I wish I could show you,
The sparkle in your eyes.
The same one you're afraid
people won't regard.
as they close their eyes in the rare moments
when you show it just a little
But I wish I could tell you,
it's not because they despise it
but the sparkle in your eyes!?
Its Blindingly Bright

Trouble is a bird
That flies into your lives
It makes a nest
Out of glass and knives

It cuts you up
And digs in deep
Thier talons keep you up
As you try to sleep

It whispers lies
From it's crooked beak
And circles your thoughts
Won't let you speak

But just like a bird
It will soon fly free
All troubles will leave
If you wait patiently

I like quiet libraries
Monasteries too
Susan Darlene Meek
Hair of black, eyes of blue

Kyoto to Tokyo
Stop in at Sophia U.
Life of Pi, my brother Ry
Pondicherry Zoo

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Just enough arseholes
To keep things interesting
Yin pushes yang
You know
That kind of thing
Like the outer spinning arms
Of a spiral galaxy
They are on all edges
Seeking calamity.