i wanted you to love me on purpose.

you and I
is a collocation
that was never
meant to
exist

as cliche as it sounds
it's a lot easier
to be happy
than to be sad.
happiness can be
drinking your favorite tea
or eating your favorite sandwich.
it can be seeing
a familiar face
you might not have seen
in a while
or having your cat
lick your nose
with their sandpaper tongue.
happiness comes in all shapes and sizes,
in all forms of things,
both living and non-living.
however, it's up to you
to find your happiness
in those things.

You’re the singer standing in front
Of a standing ovation
Trying to hide behind a microphone
Because you cannot comprehend
How bright you are
Actually shining

Burnt to coal, wrought  and engraved in the flames,

Hardened in the ticking clock of all time,

The fire ignited by perilous aims,

Ashes laying collecting dust and grime,

Its cooling into solid hardened ice

In the desolate, frigid, windswept, planes.

Cruelly spurned by the role of his life's dice,

Impervious to another's sharp pains,

He seeks to warm his own frozen stone heart.

Unhindered by the normal moral qualms

That beat upon those who posses a heart.

From his **** drenched are his ****** palms.

His heart has long since ceased to beat.

He roams the shadows, silent, discreet.

the night is
dark
a moth flickers through the light
and is gone
I stand at the doorway,
my house empty at my back
and look to the road
up which you will come
to say good-bye

tll1973

Distractions

Instead of contemplating the infixities
of unknown fates and angers
the whys and whuzzits and boohoohoohoos  of old blown up stars
look up! Clouds are parting.
See that brightness just past Andromeda
and headed down fast?  Hurry. We can run no more

here, my dear
hold my loving *****
my cupped hand
this money bag
this fig leaf

A hillside--Wind;

Metallic beads from nowhere make tracks, that gears, follow and leave

Is the world really so simple?