The Rabbit Hole
The Rabbit Hole
Sometimes... a rabbit hole
Is just a rabbit hole...
With nothing much to see.
No treasure trove to fondle...
No Earthly mystery.
Fear not my weary traveler...
Be veracious in your role.
There's happenstance aplenty
To titillate a fearless soul.
The End
Courage
Humanity would be better served
By some measure of respect...
Rather than the vacuous horde
Who make bold of our neglect.
How do those who seek to profit
Grasp such power in their hands?
Its ignorance bathed in apathy
And our refusal to take a stand.
All I ask is some small effort
To give the foul minions pause.
To wrest control from parasites...
Giving deference to our cause.
Before you judge and criticize
The lunacy in my request.
Know courage bears a thousand scars...
Indifference dies a coward's death.
The End
Guilt
There's much to distant memory
That bubbles forth untimely dread.
As each fickle lapse in judgement
Eventually rears its ugly head.
But accept it with humility
To freshen up the end of days.
As guilt must guide your future
Or the past will have its way.
The End
Fear Not
Fear not the specter of life's decay
And bear each wound with pride.
There's much that lives in shadows
To haunt and task us till we die.
We must embrace life's peculiar flavor
Sampling all as it should be
And chart a new direction
Against those who traffic misery.
The End
The Tulip
The tulip blooms a fortnight...
Not long for any flower.
It waits beneath its wintry crust
To choose the perfect hour.
But it lingers not till summer
As soon the petals crest.
But who are we to criticize
When a flower needs a rest.
The End
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