Under the canopy
we are stranded
and wondering why
trying to stare through the sky

Lives are like straw
They are fragile
We are not strong
People do not last long

Religions all promise
an answer to the question
We try to make sense
stumbling through our innocence

Please be consoled
if you're grief is deep
We will escape our plight
The mirage is finite

I almost ate a wasp
last week
By the time
my sweet
reached my mouth
wasps were circling
all about
If I didn't check
before I bit
I would have regretted it

Climb on my shoulders
breathe some air
While you're up there
say a prayer

I'll bear your weight
a little while
just another
little trial

I'll be fair
as fair as I can
standing here
your anchorman

In the end
Sugar and spice
is the trend
and everything nice

When the lilt of your laughter
came through
the crystal glass
of clear cognition
I knew
your innocence

In the same way
that the face appears
in the gold
of the coin
I could see
the sysygy
of you
and me

Google hasn't helped
Sysygy
is still
quite a mystery to me
Although I've tried and tried
to understand
the meaning keeps on slipping
through the fingers
of my hands

I find
the glass is misty
in my mind
I would pay
in coins of gold
if I could make some sense
of it
and in a lilt
free my self from
intellectual innocence

An omen was sensed by all
though the meaning no one saw
When we were stopped by the wall
there was nothing to do but fall
with passive acceptance
a senseless descent
into a rainy lake of stillness
then when the ripple began
we heard the voice of the captain

True tears
convince me more
than so many words
which seem to go
overboard
Effusiveness
gets less response
from open hearts
and refined minds
One listener
who was new
heard holy words
but did not think
that they were true

What to do?