I was trying to loose myself
When you found me!
Trying to run away from myself
Not to look, not to see.
Then there was you
And there you remained
Just without yes closer within
When skies were sunny, or chaos rained.
We saw each others’ treachery
Laughing together at its similarity
A morally questionable reflection
Strengthened with dark clarity!
Dangerous truth in such familiarity
Undeniably belonging to me and you ...
Such a wonderfully disturbing impression
It’s like looking at myself when I see you
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Protest May 31st 2020
By Herbert Baker
Tragedy impacts all, entirely and whole across the world in every place. Needless deaths hurts, heart and soul we must realize one human race!
Can you see yourself in everyone? Have you tried to look? How each looks should never stun were all pages in humanities book.
Limit no perspective by color code everyone can contribute just the same and walk together, along life’s road. Unity to promote, and hatred to tame
Stand together, protest! But peacefully please for violence distroys, while love frees.
... If my relationship was a game of cards...
Five cards hit the table
Right there in front of me
Like fortunes' greatest table
The game of the century!
She's my Lady-Luck incarnate
Its all Aces with her
Companion, Lover, and Mate
Together, our fate to master.
Though when we met
None of this was planned
Now its an all-in bet
And she's my winning hand!
Though I feel darkness does encroach
Much anxious anticipation looming
One idea can be held with certainty
As safe as possible in assuming ...
'Tis the sweat picture of you
My lovely little sprite
Kept within my heart
Both day and night
Which holsters my resolve
And inspires my soul
As each though of you
The corners of my mouth upward pull...
Such a deep connection
So easily made
Taking no time to form
In no extent shall fade
'Tis this feeling
Loves saving grace
Which comes to me in thoughts
Of your gorgeous smiling face!
Back and forth, Side to Side
Round and round and round
As my pendulum swings, it tells me things
What was lost shall be found.
So tell me now, tell me true
What is what, and who is who
Yes or no, the answer to show
Where to go, and what to do....
I love to flirt and dance with suicide
Counting death, as if I’ve already died
It’s a fantasy date with destiny
The thrill of that last and final ride….
I’ve gone over the edge… I think
Into a melancholy void I sink
Where flights of imagination take over
Memories and projections, with no apparent link …
Do I long for the end? Sure…
But allas, there is no cure …
Death being but a transitional doorway
Into another state, not necessarily pure…
I cannot shed this sadness
Nor it’s selfendulgent madness
Its all adding up to imbecility
And an attitude of crassness!
Ah! More time spent in morbid revery
Emotional Back-sliding and mental mortality
But never you mind!
The worst catalyst is any sympathy ….
— The End —