What is this void you try to fill,
A void empty yet stuffed with society's swill,
Stark emotions driven by dopamine,
Scrounging for joy on a subconscious mezzanine,
Started all by a demented serpent's lie,
If you eat it's fruit, you will not die,
Followed by a sin that affected all humanity,
Which even caused this void of insanity.
It's not a Romeo-Juliet thing,
it isn't Cleo and her Marc Anthony;
it will not cry and cause the eyes to sting,
or meltdown in seismic catastrophe!
Love is not comedy or tragedy,
is not the happenstance of circumstance;
it's two points in orbital apogee
drawn in by gravity's alluring dance.
Ever together by the Fates decree,
until death do us part, then after that
safe in the stars we'll sail celestial seas,
with heaven as guide we'll have our navsat.
Do not waste my time with frivolity,
let love alone be our causality
alone to alone
adventurous pilgrimage ~
graves reveal secrets
Dear Mrs butterfly I ask that you remain perfectly still
‘For if your wings quiver for the slightest of moment’s ‘
then that action could kill .
I’ll bring you nectar and keep you warm and safe
‘ but for the sake of us all remain static in that place .
Oh beautiful lady pray don’t flap your wing
‘because of the unthinkable ramifications that it could possibly bring.
Stay where you are and please never forget ‘
That the world apparently balances on your fluttering effect ,XX
Do you see my folly?
It strikes me every.
Flying bolts of guilt and shame,
Seek me out and call my name.
You may see them, you may not,
But I doubt it for you know naught.
An assault of unsaid words,
A rush of possible consequences.
What will happen?
That's the point.
Possibilities of actions,
Effects and reactions.
All this burns inside,
Waiting for the truth you cannot reveal,
For you fear the truth,
And the wounds it won't let heal.