I can only see as far
as the ocean's horizon.
Why despair
of things beyond it?

How uncertain we are of the future!
We will only experience the present.
And so I ask,
why despair of things
beyond the horizon of the eternal now?

If it is as a storm that brews off the coast,
we are powerless to stop it.
Who has stood helplessly at the shore
without taking shelter,
when faced with a great storm?
We may only accept it.

Thunder roars through the empty halls
Lost, forbidden, in the dreams of the dead
Desolation descends to answer the call
Of petulance, compunction and dread

The horror of the night, haunts the moon
As it shines on the blackness of life
Earth disembowelled by all it consumes
Distorting truth, fouling Gods paradise

Death reigns hard, as love is defiled
His cloak bleeds a bleakness entire
The light of the world, left broken, beguiled
Transformed to filth, desperation, to fire

Gotta spend money to enjoy the things i like in this world,
it's the sad fact of life now-adays, gotta have money so you can enjoy things due to the greed that has been created by man, superficial value is praised more among-st the mortals of Earth and people will do nearly anything in order to gain it, from robbing a convince store, to giving their body and soul to a company. A greed created through generations upon generations from the original foundation of being able to have a common way of trading, but now a thing that consumes the minds of many,
I know this fact, and yet I pursue monetary gain in order to enjoy the time with friends and the time I have by myself, but I must keep in mind these facts and not allow myself to be swallowed in despair and fear for the future that will be created  by this form of greed. Depression, anxiety, and fear created from this greed is a bottomless black hole that swallows many in my generation, most with the thoughts that there is no-way out nor a way for them to properly gain this within an instant, therefore demand immediate change to this, but without the after-thought of the affects, yes inflation will occur more-so now than in the past 30 years, but the fact that it will impact many of the small business and those who support them, in the end these small business will be swallowed up by the darkness of greed and will be forced to sell out to the larger and less competent corporations. Once again starting the despair in other generations, and re-starting the path of greed from monetary value.

i was excited for a while
but it faded after some time
it’s all despair
that i’m feeling now

My Heart

My heart,
desert dying,
I stumble, I stumble,
rocks and rattlesnakes
waiting to wound
waiting to wound.
Daytime skies overhead.
pitch as midnight to me,
and the road of lonely years,
stretches on and stretches on,
no end or voice in sight.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021

Think the saddest thing about this land
Is how hard it tries to live
To hold, to let go— how it
Stills in the middle of a catastrophe
How it sings
Only when no one’s about to hear
How its silence
Is never wholly true

How the clouds go by
And the suns
The crescents grow up and pass
And people—
Yet it, shuddering, remains
And how it struggles
To weave peace out its
Wavering fields

And ever-dancing cities—
The dance of a Persian woman
In shackles
How it slaughters its own flowers
In search of their seeds
How it breaks apart
In the middle of a night
In the middle of a little girl’s question
In the middle of a smile

How the maidens
Keep on hanging their dresses to dry
And children keep hunting
For helpless worms
And snows melt into grasses
Till they too sail away
Yet it, shuddering, remains

How it will gnaw away the town
It carved itself
Feast upon its own beautiful bones
How hard it struggles to stir
In its own queer death
And how it will wither
And wither, and wither
And not tire—

It is its own hateful god.