The nuclear bomb is ticking

My love for you is leaking

There’s no time left to think

Or assess the thing

It’s nearly over now

It needed to end somehow.

You would have made a good politician

Too bad you were just a mathematician

You rest your case so good

You thought you’d change my mood.

But lies were never in you favor

And truth came out to shatter

The made-up world you built

That’s turning into guilt.

I’m glad it’s nearly over

So I can move further.

If one is never fully dressed without a smile
Then I must be naked all the time

this is the moon's
quiet rose, the unfolding
of the clouds, tranquility
resting her head,
the beautiful sea.

Too much of something is bad enough.*

Do not trust
     too much.
Do not feel
    too much.
Do not love
    too much.
Do not care
    too much.

Those 'too much'
can hurt you
       so much.