Love must endure a
frigid season of passage.
The sunlight does fade.

Life is chaos
Not a controlled lawn
Neatly trimmed
Green skin
But wild vegetation
Free flowing weeds
Not some zoo
Or domesticated
House pet
But hungry creatures
With predator eyes
Living to get by
Lest we forget ourselves
We are the weeds
And the wild animals
Wearing false pretenses
And pretentious suits
But the hunger still waits
The dark beast still beats
Beneath
Our human demeanor
Chaos

Chaos mixed with uncertainty
stirred by a random spoon,
like one of those digital billboards
that you drive by too fast to read.

  ~mce

To sit within loves presence
often

acknowledging the reality
of loves solicitude

for all the tiny details sake
in the journey of life

the oasis within all deserts
to refresh the weary traveller.

If I had $12 I'd
buy a bottle of whiskey
to ease the pain of poverty.
I don't.That is
exactly the definition
of poverty.

  ~mce

Malnourished children
Them sunken eyes.
Impoverished families
With no supplies.
Homeless and begging.
No safety net.
Jobless youth
Riddled with debt.
Neglected elders
They deserve more
Our society, crippled with knees to the floor