In a world with
pain sorrow suffering
grief corruption mourning
angst yearning loving fighting,
where are the poets who bring us
joy through their delightful writings?

Can you learn to love-
wait, scrap that...
Can you learn to know me,
again,
once the dust
has settled?

His standards
No pole vaulter on acid could touch
So high

I would not love or trust a human,
Inspite of giving him
means to live,
Food, rain and oxygen,
He cuts me down to make his paper, furniture and charcoal,
Then he complains about climate change.
22/5/2021

Most love wrote in ink
   Our love wrote in graphite
                             THANK GOD

     True love wrote in blood  PERMANENT or
supposed to be

   Ink eventually will fade
Graphite easily can be erased
   Blood heartbreak vulnerable

After the last contract in blood, moving forward I’ll stick to GRAPHITE ! I’m just not comfortable with being vulnerable again.

I choose detachment;
Excitement brings more distress,
It never brings peace.