You are overcast today...

I am sorry for all the raging seas which spew their steam at you...
They boil under their own dry heat.
I am sorry for all the rivers whose lazy mouths run carelessly...
To wispy droplets you must attend,

You, who give life even to lifeblood,
Who give inspiration to every poet and warrior, and even fire,
Who give expiration to mortals, metals, and mountains.
How can I respect you any more than I already do?

If you need to, please, cry.

See! Even your tears are sweet!
Their taste fills my mouth and my heart.
Their scent brings me comfort,
Your rich life has permeated even the dust!

If you are full of tears, cry, and you give life.
If you are full of joy, shine, and you give life.
If you are full of words, breathe, and you give life...
Warm or cold, you are a beauty to behold.

If you are tired, take rest, that I see you in the silent night.
I want to see your stars, your thoughts, however dim or bright.
I want to see your blackness too, your faults, laid bare to sight.
I want to see your humbling depth, how much your heart loves right.

At last Queen don your shim'ring crown,
With stardust ever falling down,
The crescent moon upon your hair,
Though cratered... You're unrivaled fair.

I spent 8 hours playing today.
        I don't know how time flew away.
        "Expansive?" - Have you heard of it?
        The graphics are superlative.

        Whether I am torching trolls,
        Or I bag some butterflies,
        It is I, who's in control,
        No more bound by flagrant lies,

        No more weakness, no more pain,
        No more under Fate's disdain,
        No more contact, naught to gain,
        From the sunshine, nor the rain.

I spent 8 hours watching this time,
        I must say anime's sublime.
        The characters and plot were great!
        Oh how they challenged god-king, Fate!!!

        When she died in bitter end...
        Felt as if my heart were torn.
        "She's not real; to real life, tend."
        This truth's true. Still I'm forlorn.

        This truth's blue, yet that one's red.
        "This truth's you," at least, You've said.
        This truth's cat-in-box is dead.
        Truth, a mortal cannot wed.

I spent 8 hours surfing tonight,
        And to my bones, I'm filled with fright.
        How can someone be complacent,
        All our goodness hidden, latent?

        ******, ******, Usury:
        How are these so commonplace?
        Greed, Sloth, Anger, Gluttony:
        Unjust suff'ring our disgrace.

        Unjust suff'ring in the land,
        Unjust suff'ring from my hand,
        Unjust suff'ring by command,
        Imminent, unless I stand...

I spent all day's hours without life.
        I halted searching for a wife,
        And while, for long, I can't reside.
        I feel as though I've seen inside...

        Perhaps I'm wrong, lost, or stale.
        I will trudge on to the goal,
        For I claim this human tale,
        Is the lively, lovely soul,

        Is the masters' art and song,
        Is the teaching, "Do no wrong,"
        Is the simple game of pong,
        Is the moon, so bright and strong.

The aromas of fresh air,
Dew, and pine rise to meet me.
And the soft hand of the wind,
Wipes the moisture from my brow.

Green leaves rustle, and birds sing,
And squirrels scamper sweetly.
The greatest gift I receive,
Is the vision of the now.

I look up to crystal skies.
The horizon sharp and clear,
In these mountains, God's country,
Follows curves of Earth around.

Peaceful clouds that wander by;
They are tranquil, not in fear.
For holy health of this place,
Is seen in life, which abounds.

Standing on a cliff, I ask,
"Will I give my precious trust?"
I look across to the twin,
Of the peak on which I stand.

Smiling as I feel the tug:
Gravity, and sudden gust.
I turn my eyes from her peaks,
Falling to fertile heartland.

As I'm laid down on the Earth,
She greets and embraces me.
I can't seize her tree's branches,
Or taste her fruit delicious.

Pouring rain and raging winds,
Wake me from my sunny dream.
This can't be my natural home,
Despite my simple wishes.

They use so few words,
For passion or lies.
And I try so hard.
Like, seriously,
***** all you smart guys!

Has anyone ever asked you,
"Why are you such a good kid?
Don't you want to have a little fun, to live a little?"

And all you could think was,
"My choice isn't good or naughty.
Being good is the only way to keep the hungry demons at bay."

As I walk, absent-minded, bearing my load,
I glance to an enigma on the side of the road.
And I am taken, for although the earth is cold,
There stands proudly a rose of vivid gold.

Among the snow and the brush she grows,
Sweeter than her pink and red sisters she smells.
I draw near, for from her heat seems to glow,
And light from her velvety petals does swell.

So I lean in closer, incensed, hearing bells.
And my clumsy hand is pricked by a thorn.
I’d been moved much too quickly, lost footing and fell.
And now I just pray that she fosters no scorn.

Though I’d have made no music, had I not been torn.
I'd have given no pain, had I not deigned to covet.
Yellow roses are friendship, goodwill reborn.
So sister, now only God sings “Dearly Beloved.”

I awoke this morning,
With a frown on my face,
And I pleaded for grace,
For my desires were base.

Throughout the day, I try to keep pace.
I fumble for energy, for drive.
Yet, although I care and pray and strive,
I do not feel anymore alive.

Into worlds of dream I dive,
And I find endless treasure:
Seas of gems beyond measure,
Fields for passionate leisure.

But I'm stolen from my pleasure.

The alarm sounds,
Samples fall to the ground,
My head pounds,
I'm wound,
Bound,
By voices around,
Telling me where Wisdom's found.
Screaming,
"Run, here comes Poverty's hound!"

I see the mayor of the town,
A woman in a pretty gown,
A gleaming angel falling down...

And I wonder:
Are they right, or are they just loud?