Thank you for
the Heartbreak
It's the greatest
gift you ever
gave me.

We don't care about today
but hope for a better tomorrow
someone told me that kind of hope is
the greatest source of sorrow
for we're locked up behind
glittering window panes
and through that tint we
find freedom in our chains...
unless we're color blind
Yet again am told hope is a good thing
that life's just the way it is
it's a bee, now and then it's going to sting
it's going to shine, rain or freeze...
We pray for a clear sky
albeit the cloudy comes with a blessing of rains
we'd rather say hay while the sun shines,
stuffed than share with
a hungry brother that pines.
We forgot what really matters
with  many broken hearts,
and a million souls in shatters
everything hurts,
the world is busy grieving...
I once read
funerals are not for the dead
but for the living...
We're all faithless
that's what we're believing
can't repent, we're all sinners
so who'll do the forgiving?

There's no line betwixt*
Love begins right where hate ends
and
hate right when love ends

Maybe all Humanity's lost
and savagery's our true nature
*and we're at war simply
because we aren't born for peace.

There were no lonelier nights than those
he had so much to transcribe but wouldn't find
the right sentences to lend prominence to
his indistinct meditation.
There were no colder moments
than when he found it close
to impossible to clutch the brush
of his mind, and paint his
everlasting torments.
Such nights were
lonely and
cold.