Words like knife blades,
shred the soul to ribbons,
soaked in invisible blood.
Have you ever really loved?

Drenched in your own sin,
covered with lies, broken promises
shatter like shards of glass.
Have you ever really hurt?

Toxic lover, steeped with hate.
Bite the apple, choke it down
Poison drips from your bitter lips
Have you ever looked at death?

Restless soul, abandoned body.
No one came, no one at all.
You burnt your bridge.
Now rot in hell.

I look in my
purse, and my
wallet is missing.

I sit down to
give it a more
thorough look.

The wallet is lost.
An existential
crisis arises.

No license.
No pictures.
No credit cards.

I grapple with
who I am
and if I am.

“Why so sad?”

“Well, it’s you Grief, actually.”

“Oh yeah, it’s kind of my thing.”

“Why do you make people so inconsolable?”

“It’s really Love’s fault. We’re pretty much a package deal. Eventually, you’ll get to know us both quite well.”

“Your timing is terribly inconvenient.”

“Love doesn’t have a regular schedule. It’s a bit hectic for me too, to be honest. I’m very busy, so I’m probably not gonna get better at that.”

“You can be a bit of a bully too, inconsiderate at times.”

Invades
Our private spaces,
Peering into our lives,
Collecting data and secrets,
Assaults

And I thank you for Billy Collins,
George Carlin, and the Archie Bunkers of the world.
The laughter of our inner-most children
making snide jokes without rancor.

Too long have we been sleeping,
and not yet awoken
to the truth of loud and hilarious laughter,
hidden behind hands of protest.

What freedom, to imagine the joke on us,
letting no one in or out,
holding the rest of the world hostage,
with words of wisdom and grins.

Come sit and talk with angels
about what it is they do.
The wormhole souls that wander
through time and space with you.
Release your inhibitions,
fear not to follow through.
If you have found new portals
to speak with them, please do!
I wandered somewhat aimlessly
through months and years to find
their secrets lost through ignorance,
the truth about their kind.
To make a way past consequence
to find a neutral view.
A place where I could speak my mind,
receive a fair review.

Where wild horses run
Having fun
Across western sky

and let the youngbloods take the reins
infusing our promised land with hope.

You done good for America,
serving as laudatory President
from 2020 to the present
Vice President from 2009 to 2017,
and in the United States Senate
from 1973 until 2009.

and let the youngbloods take the reins
infusing our promised land with hope.

You done good for America,
serving as laudatory President
from 2020 to the present
Vice President from 2009 to 2017,
and in the United States Senate
from 1973 until 2009.

I've been on my back lately
I haven't tried getting up
I've embraced the tears
But enough is enough

I won't just get up now
I'll rise like a Phoenix
Shaking the ashes off
The life that I'll fix

I will not be passive
It is time to ravage
The fear inside me
I'll attack like a savage

Wipe the blood from my lip
Dust the dirt off my hands
For victory belongs to the one
Who runs, not who stands