In Life, Ephemeral                                                       In Death, Oblique
                                          One in the same
                                          Together Unique

While Life is a series of Twists and turns
                                   Death is a summary of what someone has learned

                                  This is a story of a boy and a girl
                         Who lived their lives in a very small world

The boy had planned on a very long day
                                                  While the girl was eager on passing away
He wanted to travel from place to place
                                                  She wanted to depart with a hurried pace
The man living Life, thought to be immune
                                            As the girl's luck seemed to run inopportune

                                 Both deciding to repudiate
                All the lies they were told, designed to obliterate

The form of his optimism left in his wake
                                   And the shape of her sorrow giving her heartache
Death seems so bleak, avoiding the light
                                               Life a beautiful lie, it’s truths it will not cite
Searching for items from origins of avarice
                                          Seeing the world from her eyes of pure justice

                    Rendering their actions in Life and Death Tedious

His logic, complex and seeming sarcastic
                                                         Her logic, ironic maybe even fantastic
An entreatment for guidance was all that he sought
                                                  A plethora of skepticism deepens the plot

                Their mindsets so morbid, often inordinate
                Hearken the call and quit with the obstinate

Exploring the abstruse way of life
                                                   Creating a way to progress without strife
Life forcing his early resignation
                                                                             Reso­nant in her memories
                                                        ­            She plummets into lamentation

In life Ephemeral                                                               In Death oblique

                                     One in the same
                                     Together unique

3 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Love, I understand, that I may never fully understand you.
I want the chance to always hold you tight like a pair of Levi’s jeans.
It doesn’t really matter whether they are black or blue.
As long as these hands always get the chance to hold and caress you.
Love, I know you want the world but I can only give you mine.
It’s not much but I hope it gradually becomes a place where you’ll always want to spend some quality time.
On days when it gets harder to breathe or speak, I recommend *****.
You’re a woman with substance and I’m drawn to your melanin.
Beautiful cocoa butter skin, what’s there not to love about you?
Your love is never enough; I’m always left yearning for more.
In a world ravaged by cold wars, we need to know what we’re fighting for.
I understand that I may never understand the struggles you always go through.
Life will bend and stretch the both of us into painful shapes and that’s why we all need someone to talk to.
Sometimes we tend to forget how it feels when someone listens.

You’re more than just dimples, curves and a pretty face.
You’re more than just punchlines, metaphors and similes.
You are a woman with substance and I’m drawn to your melanin.
Each day I find more reasons to fall deeper in love with you.
On days when it gets easier to breathe and speak, I recommend wine.
I understand, that I may never fully understand you.
But after all, what’s the world without enigma?

rainy day sunset
strokes of shadows on light  mix.
a portrait of life?

You were always an enigma I was waiting to uncover
Coming to me drunk and leaving sober
It was clear we were never meant to be together
But I constantly wandered, hoping I'll discover

Who is this man I meet every winter?
Whose touch is tender with words so bitter
Someone I pined for while he cared lesser
Maybe I should succumb under the snowflakes of surrender

I should not be so easily read
A book by its cover, judge dredd
An enigma works for me
A minority report of my soul to be
All bets I aim to hedge
Yet a blade runner on knife's edge
With total recall I can see
The true nature of my history
So lay waste to my bones
I tire of playing this game of thrones
For I like the walking dead
Should not be so easily read...