My pen oozes feelings in splattering ink
Lines in symmetrical visions of truth
Carved from a heart that is desperate to think
Somewhere inside sleeps the essence of proof

Reaching that point where the matters at play
Running around in my mind’s subtle crest
Hoping to find the right sentence to say
This is my love for I gave you my best

When is enough more than money can buy
Simple the pleasures awaiting your touch
Tiny endeavors on wings set to fly
Sunlight and flowers and wishes and such

Still comes another of phrases to win
Sweeping you off to the end of my time
Spinning in circles as yet to begin
Lost and alone as he utters “you're mine”

Why is it always the soft tend to fall
Deep in the crevice of fading desire
Charcoal and ashes the flame’s ending call
Diamonds and rubies now what you require

Now as I sit at this desk in the cold
Staring beyond every dream I might see
Endless the stacks that these memories hold
Tossing my tears at what now can not be

Unity in diversity
This is indeed an exaggerated paucity
Of information by think tanks
Advancing this school of thought regardless of their money in banks
Towns and cities boast of cultures varied and eccentric
Despite a people having an intrinsic
Nature of sense of purpose and wherewithal
Matters accentual,
An amorphous issue subject to constant change
Either way it’s a cake in the oven of fabrication, hope we don’t cringe
When fruits of this intellectually deprived charade
Become realized by a people with minds renegade.
Isn’t it “well-placed” being a pessimist?
Of the mind than an optimist of the heart hence an intellectualist