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The Mores of Morays

Why would God give moray eels
A life wherein they live concealed
In a beautiful, bountiful, rapturous reef
Merely to cause the nearby fishes grief?
When the moon and stars shine deep at night
Giving profiles to fishes in background light,
The morays watch and wantonly wait
Until their prey cannot escape.

Are morays just spokes in God’s wild wheel?
Do moray’s consciences not guilt feel?
What is their purpose? What is their ploy?
Is it just to consume those they destroy?
Where is their justice? Where is their joy?
What gives morays the right to annoy
Nearby fishes and affect their fates 
While they wantonly lay in wait?

Why would God create such evil creatures
When others’ fates fear their cruel nature?
And why keep morays in ravishing reefs? 
Do these evil eels provide the reefs relief?
Is a mindless moray like an inane man
Who bends people’s mores when he can
To languish their lives and besmirch their souls
Just to achieve his iniquitous goals?

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The Lonely Lie

Once there was a lonely lie
That crawled off by itself to die.
But, before it even left the room,
Its offspring had begun to bloom.
Soon the truth had lost its place
And it quietly left in sad disgrace.
It’s crowded now in that small room
And honor there you can’t presume.

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No Time to Say Goodbye

She slowly began to slip away, 
Then suddenly she was gone.
At 1:00 am she could not stay
And died hours before dawn. 
She died too fast for me to say, 
“Please stay, don’t move on.”
And other things I never said,
Haunt me and linger on.
Where she went, I cannot follow, 
And no one I know came back.
My rattled mind rings sadly hollow,
And my conscience is on guilt’s rack.
She always knew she had my heart,
Yet she still wanted my soul. 
Maybe I should have given in,
Because life sharing was our goal.
People hide behind life’s walls, 
And rarely venture out.
There upon the ground they fall,
And dwell among their doubts. 
Silently they ask themselves, 
“Why can’t my soul be free?
To live my life and in love delve,
For all the world to see.”
Love comes from the inside out,
It’s not lightning from the blue.
And with love there are always doubts,
But it’s purity we pursue.
I’ve kept these things all bottled up,
Between my fears and doubts.
And these things my life disrupts,
Since I have never let them out.
Her sudden death I now accept,
As her sad, but finite, fate.
And, at love, I’m still inept,
Because my caring is second rate. 
But one thing still besets my mind,
And it makes my conscience cry.
I never bothered to take the time,
To prepare for her goodbye.
I will see what the future brings,
Now that she has passed on.
But I cannot forget the many things
Not said that linger on.

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When Leaving Morphs to Grieving

Though it is time to say goodbye,
I will abide my heart and try
Not to collapse and maudlin cry,
For there is a burning need that I
Cannot sate which keeps me nigh.

During days you were my warming sun,
And during nights, my glowing moon
Who lit my soul till breaths were done;
Yet death the reaper took you from 
My needy selfish side too soon.

You left behind our memories shared,
And countless times you showed you cared.
Yet, no matter how you thought we fare,
You stood with me with bosom bared
In life’s campaigns we shared and dared. 

Though your soul has left me now,
I will leave a kiss upon your brow,
And say farewell, yet do avow,
To meet you once again somehow
Should an understanding God allow.

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The Unkept Grave

At the edge of the old cemetery,
I found an unkept grave.
It was though the person interned there, 
Had a soul no one could save.

Her tombstone contained two dates 
That showed the term of her long life. 
But few remember what she was like 
Before she passed on to the afterlife.

Rumors among the city old folk 
Suggested she always lived alone,
In a mansion down on Mason Road, 
Where only vandals roam.

Some people say she was a spinster, 
Who led a vacuous life,
And the grave’s condition fit her,  
Because her life was full of strife.

And others say she had two children, 
Who grew up and moved away.
Those people did not know why they left,
Only that they did not stay.

So, I went to her ramshackle home, 
Still vacant to this day,
And walked around its exterior, 
But I decided not to stay.

I saw a small blank gravestone in its backyard 
In an advanced stage of decay.
Some people say it marked her miscarriage 
From a lover who did not stay.

Others say it was her pet’s grave,
One she loved so very much. 
They couldn’t remember its name, 
But said it was her emotional crutch.

A few days later, I went to her grave,
And hacked down its overgrowth, 
Then straightened up her tombstone, 
And hoped she’d appreciated both.

But they widened the cemetery road one day, 
And moved her grave somewhere far away.
Nobody came forward to complain.
I found that out the other day.

Some people’s lives are mysteries, 
And many leave no legacy.
And like the dead buried at sea 
They leave only unkept memories.

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In the Stillness of the Hours

Deep within the night
In the stillness of the hours 
Her spirit slowly comes to me
Like the fragrance of Spring flowers. 
Silently, she soothes my sorrows 
And I strive to keep her near
So that the bothers of the morrow 
Will not flood my soul with fear.
Throughout the night she comforts me 
As she cures my forlorn heart
With her happiness and passion sweet, 
Before the night departs.
Noiselessly, the night moves on, 
And with the dawn of day,
She strokes my soul one final time 
Then slowly steals away.

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Alone at the Top

He always endeavored to win alone
And over the years, his methods he honed.
He projected strength and never seemed evil,
But others (to him) were throw-away people.
Most were people he barely knew,
And some were souls whose use was through.
A few were kinfolk that he knew well.
But in the end, they also fell.
People resented his wiles and ways
That he achieved his selfish goals each day.
He lied, cheated, and encroached upon rights, 
So that he could win his impossible fights.
Lives were destroyed and futures were lost,
Leaving many with deep emotional costs.
But now he’s alone after merciless toils,
With no one to love and share his spoils.
He is an ostracized soul who won alone,
Now emptily reaping what he has sown.

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My Place for Loneliness

There’s a place I go for loneliness
That no one knows but me.
I go there only when I’m sad
To let my soul run free.

It’s not a place to sulk and hide,
But it sometimes shelters me.
I use it to regain my pride 
And set my passions free. 

It’s not a place that others go
To relax and unwind,
Because this place I cherish so
Is deep inside my mind.

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The Old Beggar Woman

Her struggling gait and wrinkled face 
Reflected grief for her dead mate.
She’d lost her family at great cost 
Before she entered society’s lost.
I passed her every day on streets 
And thought she was a deadbeat. 
She did not have delusions grand 
And only craved a kindly hand.
She limped her way down city streets
With no one’s help and nil to eat.
She had no home and widely roamed 
Before she spent her nights alone.
Her shrunken frame and knotted mane 
Hid the fact that she was lame.
She struggled for her every breath
And every day she cheated death. 
Ghosts like her die alone
And no one hears their final moan. 
They fade away like apparitions, 
Victims of Man’s blindered vision.

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Mind the Gap

Love and hate are emotions great, 
Yet they are not so far apart.
To many people they seem eternal, 
Perched like Janus at the ends of love’s circles.
And the circle of love rarely completes. 
It’s a bracelet with a very narrow gap,
Which separates strong emotions,  
Ensuring passions of diverse souls aren’t rapt.

But sometimes during strong emotional duress
A lightning-like scintillation occurs,
And across love’s tiny security gap 
Emotions of opposing souls are transferred. 
Passions unleashed take flight like birds,
And their feverish flock flashes frenetic,
As emotions great, such as love and hate, 
Get discharged in a blinding effect electric. 
Once hate is unleashed, love gets freed.
And the souls of lovebirds can meld magnetic.