insidious...
the forces that bend us toward self-destruction

insidious...
the illusions that feed those malevolent forces

insidious...
the stories that construct those obscuring illusions

insidious...
the thoughts that metastasize into those deluding stories

insidious...
the mind that identifies with those detrimental thoughts

innocent...
the soul that succumbs

Just in
There is no Justice for us all
Men fall into a system
with fake weapons at the draw
The paper says more
than your alibis ever could
To put lives above the game
I wish you would
To me it all seems crooked
bending to the schemes
A bunch of false conclusions
based upon hypocrisy
Before you judge so harshly
and you burn him at the stake
I ask how many of your doings
were right and the jury unpaid

I'm tired of beauty
incessantly meddling in my affairs

luring me to venture outside myself
revealing hidden radiance within

disguising life's dismal undercurrent
reducing it to a superficial veneer

randomly appearing by surprise
stubbornly eliciting a smile

performing alchemy on the mundane
dousing my awareness in the elixir of life

beauty...
the pulchritude of spirit...that's all it is...

How wonderful
To sit under these stars
Free of worry at least for a night
Maybe a sip of wine
Maybe a few more

And maybe a warm blanket
And your favorite music
Ringing softly in your ears
From that old radio
You thought you'd never use again

Maybe a silent awe
For all things beautiful
And maybe
The warm notion of peace
And tranquility
Massaging your weary shoulders

And maybe
A gentle kiss
Of dreamless sleep

She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind