Of introspection.

In thoughts that pass by
through the day,
Fleeting moments here to stay

I scan my mind for jilted
reasons, unhappiness and
discontent.

Hidden there?
I dare not say,
There is no discord.
I do not pretend.

Bliss was then.
Bliss could be.

But somewhere along the way,
we walked away..

:|

to quantify
the inexplicable
and objectify
the subjective

is but easy to do.

to rectify
the unfixable
and pacify
the emotional

is part, of missing you.

The first time I met her..

She was draped in fine silk,
poised perfectly
in the center of the room.

A cold calm aura emanating,
even through the sweet incense
and an atmosphere of gloom.

Unseen voices spoke of her
whispers circled the place
Nothing seemed to matter
or falter her grace.

She was the only constant
as people moved around
as the music faded
as she lay on the ground..

The first time I met her,

She was burned on a pyre
of husk and wood
as her body withered away in ash

and the smoke in the air diffused.

Break the Cycle

Loops of submission
dated,antique
through and through
dark to bleak

Echoes repeat
and mirrors reflect
for fools to catch
what does not deflect

Complacent webs
crowd all lives.
Content acceptance,
no signs of strife.

Conformity marks
its arrival.
Reason beckons,
Break the Cycle!