maybe it is tragedy
maybe it is fate
but till Time itself bleeds as sacrifice
it is us
who must pay
with the debt of life

He’s the devil and they’re in hell. The war has little soul left to sell. Starving, bombing, grinding them under, death camp of missiles and the heavy hand of thunder! No hope left and nothing new, the world just watches until it’s through.

Refuge to some,
A battlefield to others,
A chronically online
Midwest single mother-
Who loves to lay in the rain
And feel it on her skin
Enjoying all the storms outside,
Though they all come from within.

Is she a tornado?
Or maybe a meteor shower?
Beautiful in what she does-
not recognizing her power
Or maybe it's a fault,
To hide away in the in-between?
Participating in all activities while remaining completely unseen.

She glides right through your sky,
A pretty view for you-
Until she lands upon your ground
Destruction does ensue.
You thought she was just mesmerizing,
Easily made to bend,
If that's the kind of love you crave
You've picked the wrong girlfriend.

She puts things back together
At a slowed down lego pace,
And when she doesn't like the result?
Her progress completely erased.
So it's back to the drawing board,
Though she's never been good with paint.
Maybe some blame falls to you,
loving chaos but expecting a saint.

I was walking in my backyard under cloudy skies
Cool breeze tangled in my hair
While chirping birds blessed my ears
My cats’ soft meows melted away my stress

A bitter neem leaf brushed against my head
Pomegranates hung heavy, feeding my little joys

Then the storm came,
Sudden, heavy, loud
Cats ran, neem bent, pomegranates burst
And my peaceful walk became an escape

As of yet I haven’t received enough information to make an assessment on the ingrained craziness in this beautiful world.
It’s the continual attention to the chaos that distorts pure love.
So I close my eyes for just a moment and send a prayer out to the suffering universe.
Then I’m on my merry way!