I went looking for revenge
I only found the edge
Of good and evil
Teetering on the steeple
What side will it fall?
That's anybody's call
The victorious write the history
Leaving moral a pointless remedy
The loser is always the enemy
But how often does victory,
Align with the righteous?
Glory is told despite this
The innocent pay the price
Propaganda paints it nice
So the mindless can sleep easy
But what's that mean for you and me?
Simply put we all fall in line
Regardless if yours starts or ends in a different place than mine

©2024

The night is thick,
By shadows deep.
A quiet hush,
Where my dreams sleep.
Whats once was ours,
I stood alone.
In this vast space,
Lies my unspoken tone.

The moon estranged,
Cold and pale.
Its silver light,
A fleeting veil.
Whats once was warm,
I found it gone.
Left with echoes,
My heart had drawn.

~a companion to “A Flawless Poem” (1)
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time is truly never on your side,
but it lends an assist
with a continual grinding inexorable steady draining,
but that narrowing perspective, clarifies, opens eyes wider, and yes,
simplifies and prioritizes

there is an elegance in simplicity,
and write this as a reminder
to self,
that the beauty of
straightforward brevity,
with a honed tip
is likely the fastest path
to the sticking point,
and there, and here,
will I leave you
to it,
flawlessly