Such a sweet medley
Love meant to be
Hearts drawn closer by time
Though blood treats the union as a crime
Smiles and longing and such smitten glee
Telling the audience happily
I wish you the best in your endeavors
And hope this a story to last forever

but what we need
maybe just one little
thing

like a crayon
magenta
then

viola

a picture

the loaves
the fishes
to feed the soul

with seven baskets
left over

Life's meant to be a little messy.
If you don't have some mud on your shoes,
Some dirt in your hair,
Or a scratch from an outward reaching tree,
Did you really have any fun?

we are the cat
that is both
alive
       and
            dead
but this box
is too small
there is not room
in this state of flux

one way
or
another
a truth
must be established;
either
open the box
to see for certain
or accept
what you believe
could be true

bury the box
forget the alternative
move beyond
the internal
       eternal
dissonance

Love is kind-
Don't let someone tamper
With those words