This world, of beauty,
lifts myriad vacant skies
for blank world to view.

You are
The whispering of the sea
Crashing anger at violent shores-
Lapping lovingly at lonely rocks.

You are
The affectionate bite,
And pressed tooth on lip. A brutish
But gentle expression of passion.

You are
The soft murmur of uncertainty,
Rustling against soft skin-
A (lost) exhale of heaving breath.

*Your skin and flesh and bones
Are I think not made of
All the same stuff as mine.

   You are water; you're iron;
   You are whistling wind.
   You're the purest sin
   In which I've ever sunk.

I sit in my home office
Wondering what is this all about
Why am I here
Why all this doubt?

I want to feel the world at my feet
I want to dance to a different beat

This corporate crap is getting old
I don’t even believe it, I’m no longer sold

I want to run to a place
Where peace is abound
Where serenity wraps like a warm blanket
Only beautiful soothing sounds

I can’t find it here
Sitting at this desk
Am I willing to just run, take that risk?

I have to do something
Before I lose my soul
I need to set a lasting goal

It isn’t here at this desk of mine
I need to find peace of mind

Forever serene

He sits on the bench
And for the very first time
Feels peaceful and tranquil
Yet he doesn’t have a dime

He lost his family and his home
In the blaze of a fire
He’s now all alone, and had lost all desire

Desire to rebuild a life once again
He lost his wife and baby
And he’s lost all his friends

He mourns for his wife, and his baby girl
That has left him in a bottle on this bench to hurl

It’s time to crawl out
Of the bottle of gin
He still has a full life ahead
If he’d only begin…

She sat in the waiting room
Scared as can be
She felt like a little girl
Even though she was thirty-three

Does she want to do this?
Does she really have a choice?
Then she heard this little voice

“Yes you have a choice”, said the voice in her head
But isn’t it too late now, once it’s over, the baby is dead

She ran from room, dark and dingy was the place
She ran and ran at a very fast pace

She couldn’t get away fast enough
She decided to have the baby
No matter how tough

Afraid  of  this  miserable  world
I  found  peace  in  my  loneliness
Discouraged by the society
And being an insecure mess
To  be  lonely  I  guess,
is  simply  the  best.