For the mouse who builds her house

In the upturned fields

Of God’s creation.

The fog that blinds the treachery

Planned for me by my own heart

Beneath golden dreams

Of temptation.

A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath

Glaring LED – drops hopes

Hurriedly for tomorrow

Of absolution.

The colored page steady time reveals

Is blank for another long hour

That brings no assurance

Of resolution.

Another power comes – not lightly –

To shed brilliant heat

On the crumbled ashes

Of dejection.

A voice whispers, a call pleasantly

Promises peace; I hear

Soft sweet songs – promises

Of inspiration.

Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.

Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?

Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.

Allure?

Certainly.

Why then glamorized
In fiction and fact
By those seeking Earth’s lucre?

Or is this appeal personal,
To an agonized soul
In pain through hairs and toes
And mind-scrabblings irrational.

There can be no seduction without life.
Living is essential.
The paradox
Of wanting death in life
Is a fool’s paradise.

Just as money and fame
Pass,
Leaving empty traces;
So too is Death empty.

Pain, for all its horror,
Is real.
Is honest.

.

The sad shame of leaving
Memories
Drifts over my mind.

.

A healthy message
Under trees where sunshine and shadow
Meet in Eldorado.

.

Ride in a car,
Race from afar,
All of us
To the broken past,
Like glass, that can’t paste
Itself together.

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You broken theme,
You broken thing,
My broken dream,
dingalingaling