People
seated in a cafe
are in ocean
tides of
conversation,
revealing
themselves
through
words
to one
another,
awakening
wings of
emotion
and thought,
if only humans
knew of their
light,
shining
eternal.

A foggy sky is called smoky,
A shooting star brings us hope
A selenophilia could be a imaginary narrative
For once we dreamt of what is real,
yet not aware
That all is a dream!

They say fools rush in,
I should have held my horses,
And take a deep breath in.

It wasn’t your looks,
It wasn’t what you had,
It was the feeling I never had.

The way you looked at me,
Like I was the only girl in the world,
But you saw someone that wasn’t me.

No good bye or why,
You just vanished from my life,
It hurts I won’t lie.

She's an amazing woman,
If only she thought similiary
Of me.

Cogito, ergo sum
But what do I think?
And what, pray tell,
What effect does this have
On my being?
If what I constitute
Is alone, based on action,
Based on thought
What can we say of man today?

put this in the old thought engine
to mince
what if this isn't the right pen
the perfect paper
a location worthy
of provocation

a lie all this time
when somewhere there is truth
I thought already found
interlaced in these words
that eludes me
and I've never had the gumption
to look

content to carry on
a thought pattern
already designed
a mind set
already plundered

a hard cold fact
that chills me to the marrow

Curious clever beings us
blessed with the gift of reason
an ability to sit and think
and that is what has brought us
to the very brink
our talent for deduction
and logical construction
may ultimately sow
the seeds of our destruction