When the earth quakes
Even the sea is not safe
Death lurks around every turn and caves

When the aged curses
Beware, even a tree on a bank withers
Even the most eloquent stutters

When a child cries
The heavens is summoned
And all the earth is cautioned

When humanity falters
And yet lack the humanity to admit same
Beware for we are just at the bend before our shame.

Make the mistakes then
Just don't make excuses for them
Just scurry and scout for the lesson therein.

I am
Tired of poems about love
Sickened by love poems.
I have a muse for a different stuff
I don't want to write about the beauty of this world
I'd rather tell how wrong it has gone
And how hard it is to get the things for which we long
Decent life; love; joy; peace; and a home.
Love sounds like an almost beautiful song
Just messed up by a few wrong notes
Like a beautiful adventure
Marred by a few wrong turns.
Love is like love is not love anymore.

I am tired of poems about love
I want to unmask all the hurt behind every smile;
I want to put the "not" in every "I am fine";
I want to show the similarity between love and hate;
To tell the relationship between joy and pain;
To tell how much hate we harbour in our hearts;
Thus open a new page that lays plain humanity's problems.

I am tired of love poems
They sound like a song sang from a cranky voice
That awful sound of noise
I want to tell of the emptiness in every hug;
The shallowness of every heart;
The huge void in every home.
I am so very tired of poems about love
And almost disgusted by love poems.
What is in a poem about love
Or even a love poem
If the don't seek to right 'these' wrongs?

Now you see why, I hope,
Why I am tired of poems about love
And sickened by love poems.

The truth is bleeding out of my pores
And yet the feelings are all bottled up inside
I fall out of my skin, disappearing out the back door
Losing my mind, struggling to find the best place to hide
Running laps around the sounds of my own screams
Trying to decide which dreams I should or should not believe
Thinking that my life is no more than it seems
And these struggles I have are sent by the devil to deceive
It works; the lies, the hate, the pain that I'm put through
It makes me break down and I get scared of the truth
But the suicidal thoughts in my mind all lead back to you
And the tears that stream down my cheeks burn like a fire
That's bigger than all the flames of rage from my youth
It hurts; it builds in my soul before it pours out my eyes
Becoming rivers that flood my life with disguises and lies
I don't know how to make it all fade away, to disappear
Because it's more than I can handle and I hate to admit it
But it fuels my spirit and awakens all my childhood fears
Chilling me to my core, causing me to give up, simply quit
How do I do that? How do I commit myself to suicide?
Is that what I really want? Is that truly what I need?
Do I believe that my life is only my choice to decide?
And if I hide in the corners of my mind, will I still bleed?
These are the things I ask myself every morning when I wake up
As I stare at all the sugar settled at the bottom of my coffee cup
Then the caffeine hits me and I finally start to think clearly
What was I thinking? There is no way in hell I'll ever give up