All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky.
Master of the swamp.
Master of it's prey, be it orange, white or grey.
Perhaps the common whitetail, zooming all about,would choose to dress in the blues and hues of the dasher and wallow in the clout.

Don't mistake him for the damselfly, he'd rather die, he wouldn't be seen like that.
Even through the magnificence of his multifaceted eye.

All that structural coloration makes him look like a Christmas decoration.

All hail the dragonfly, master of the sky.
Master of the swamp.
Master of it's prey, I'll hail it each and every day.

Though peaceful is the life I attempt to live, to stop the harm I must forgive.

Sitting in the shallows, dwelling on the pain I've caused, inflicted thus so with little pause.

On myself I work so hard, yet setbacks they abound, eating me from within it seems, hope it gleams, but there sits my own reality ripping at the seams, collapsing all around.

Expectations undulating beneath my feet deep within the ground, it appears they cannot be fulfilled.

I'm stuck in the mud that is my own apathy, clawing at the earth trying to be free.

The question remains, why can't I just things be?

I tire of seeing what I desire taunt me just out of reach.
Many a number of dreams while I slumber push me into the breach.
Feelings of dread from the thoughts in my head, unable to send them aloft.
My mind it wanes from internal pains and visions I cannot throw off.
Inwards I spiral towards total denial of emotions that seem to propel.
So slow I do creep, the pain it runs deep, traveling towards unending hell.
Exhausted I lay, my head in dismay, begging for it to all end.
When will I know?
Time, it runs slow, can someone just be a friend?

Stars,planets, space, infinite expanse.
Is it just old light?
Is it just ice, rocks and dust?
Is life all encompassing?
Is coalescence a must?
Writing a verse about the universe.
Is matter the chorus written within the song of infinity?
Does gravity flow and ebb like the tide?
Does time writhe and struggle like the dying beast?
Will the void consume as does a king at his feast?
What is it that planets discuss?
"What is really at your core?"
"Do you know your own state?"
"Be it solid, liquid, gas or plasma?"
"Perhaps do you contain condensate?"
Collapsing, contracting, imploding, eroding.
Was it all just a sneeze of creation by some omnipotent presence?
What does it all mean?
Where is the essence?

Water pours on to the ground,
Raindrops fall yet make no sound.
The weather quickens,
the wind churns.
In the hearth fire burns.
Unto the ground their bodies meld,
with digits interlocked, hands tightly held.
Two figures writhing intertwined.
Hearts stood still in endless time.
Loving, breathing, lusting, heaving.
A perfect moment under fires light,
then carried on into the night.
Their acts befit their unfeigned glances.
Around they moved in ****** dances,
never halting true romances.
Silhouetted in flame, the couple calm.
The sun aroused approaching dawn.
Whispered into ears they speak,
"without your love, I would grow weak".
Eternal and merged, souls entangled.
Clothed only in light, shows every angle.
Into restful sleep they fall, a message of love for one and all.

Laying in bed.
Lines connecting.
Devices chiming.
Medications given.
Family watching.
Family waiting.
Hope waning.
Happiness fading.
Sounds of sadness.
Passing days.
Holding hands.
Snapping awake.
Confused and panicked.
Words of comfort,
Spoken by son.
Eyes closed.
Drifting away.
Death arrives.
Mourning ensues.
Processions arrive.
Tears arrive.
Family arrive.
Coffin closed.
Lowered deep.
Always remember.
Always respected.
Always missed.
Always loved.

Shrinking, thinking of a time when everything was fine.
Reeling, thinking of a time when my heart still had feeling.
Completely aware of it what it will take to keep my soul from beginning to break.
Unable to process to the simplest things,
Unable to see what happiness brings.
The pain is consistent, throbing and aching.
Like earth upheaved, cracking and quaking.
Nothing to numb it, no drugs for the pain.
Shredding my mind,
Destabilizing my reality.
Still what right do I have to complain?