Cruises and Rude Bruises

Sad songs in sad times Band aid bruises We feel as climbs and pantomimes Fail to rouse enthusiasm in cruises Which fail to light and wrap up Enthusiasm in partners Who feel our coquettish cup Rains no brainers That subtract sustenance and substance in advance As we launch into love With the blinkered eye lance Assumed to emanate from above When in fact figments of our imagination By stealth Creation, action and motion Nourish the health and wealth Sad songs promise To cauterize disappointments We confront upfront as we miss Achievement appointments Which in our minds spell and tell certainty When in fact reality spins Opposite facets uncertainty Pronounces in pins, sins and wins We can’t ascertain Despite our grandiose belief That the rain and strain in our pain Plucks and pulverizes the mischief Our past springs on the present Held at ransom To represent At random A sanitized future In which struggles We delete from our comfort culture Unite with model miracles Sent alongside angels From above Operate so well a particular initiative gels With limpid lumps of love To ensure love yields a plethora of wonder wins Despite blues Love streams in reams of needles and pins When it maintains, sustains and retains succor in the last lap of its sentiment stews As the resolute reality ring Shakes cobwebs from our eyes To bring and string Together facts, feats and faith in evicting lies from our serene skies.