Superficial Poems

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

You moan about how we say life isn't fair
But it shouldn't have to be fair for equality to exist
Life being fair isn't being born into luxury 
Its being rich in safety
An automatic right we all should have 
Being rich doesn't always equal wealth
Rich is safety and the lack of doubt 

Invalidation is a hobby for

The gap between love and true love

When love is good,
it's really great.

Unfortunately for most
when the sparkle fades,
they don't know how to fix it.

Seems easier for many
to clear the slate and 
go for instant gratification
of finding someone new.

They're addicted to 
easy pickings and
the high of novelty.

The other side of that coin
is they are cursed to never
experience the depth
of true and lasting love.


AP:

Missing out

in a world of make believe
of people hooked on games
and scenarios seen on screens
people have become expendable

everyone is now jaded
content in their isolation
closing in onto themselves
with a growing distaste for socializing

we've become cynical and antisocial
friendship no longer a commodity
we smile and nod without oversharing
not letting anyone into our bubble

time is a factor we refuse to

superficial solace

  O river of moon roses
                ferry me home....
I weep in quivering quiescence 
      like a weathered wild petal~ 
  healing and hurting
            in my p o e t i c recluse..

perhaps there is no word
to depict your thunder-struck garden
as breathless

Fix me change Fix you change

Words never to be uttered to another
Fix you. 
Fix me? Fix you? Change? 
For whom? Society? 
Why for? Because i’m abnormal?
Abnormal to whom? Society? You?

Words never to be uttered to another.
Change you. Change me? 
For whom? Society? 
What for? So that i can be “normal?”
Normal for whom? Unknowns? 

Fix? Change? Me? You?

I am me. 
But

Superficial

Within my joy there is no hidden sorrow
No sense in mixing opposites I see
Don’t want to rediscover gone tomorrows
I’m superficial, from the signs of depth I flee
Knowing that troubles could be easily incurred
In magic of the nature I’m involved
It saves my time, and helps me to endure
The anxieties of this deceptive world
To swim beyond the

Vacation

Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple
Museums, beaches, cafes by the score 
The phrasebook conversations with the service people
Cliches in their predictable galore  
You’re saved from depth and filled with little pleasures
The charms of tourism, early breakfasts, late night bed 
You travel light or loaded, spot some treasures
And file them in the archive, to forget.

Sunrise

Smile while you can, with every given day.
Under this beautiful sky is your own paradise.
Nature welcomes you when you appreciate yourself.
Reach the top of your "Aura", don't fall into the emptiness.
Ignore the superficial and the bad vibrations.
Sacrifice your life squeezing the best of you.
Earth is the place we know, our heaven to be embraced to.

Superficial Love

She pooh-poohed his smallish gift.
He looked glum and she looked miffed.
	No diamond in sight,
	She did not delight.
Her love for him was set adrift.

superficial silence

why do we 
still assume that whispered diamond dialects
delicate and sheer
aren't scripted with blades 
that curdle blood-stained musings
as summer symphonies scorch ebony skin
tattooed with dark and deep sinister sonnets
sewn from superficial scarlet syllables 
that emanate rusted mahogany hues

so listen to the mulberry metaphors
that rain with roseate rhymes 
from the hazy melancholic midnight skies
where not every

Blind Date

When we walked through the park that May
            I began to think that we would
talk about the weather and say
the shallow things we thought we should
                  

Superficial

I am about as together as a goose’s loose feathers.
However, sadly that means I’m so lightweight I can get carried away. 
I am as well-assembled as blocks that are oh so easily connected.
However, sadly that means it’s all too easy for me to fall to pieces.

Souls of Strangers

Often, as I lie awake
Silent in the stillness of night
I think of you

And I ponder how
Through the gift of reacquaintance 
Our lives entwined and unravelled
Priorities widened and waned
Worlds synced and separated

My mind revisits 
Every late night, spent close in connection
Every challenge confronted 
Every emotion uncovered
Every depth of feeling shared

And now, here lies a superficial shroud
In

Home Sweet Home

Picturesque and simple with sweet little windows,
Tidy guestrooms beside stylish bedrooms,
A kitchen straight out of a home catalog,
All contain inside plastic walls.
Blush, copper, teal walls leading to a bathroom,
Cobalt blue hibiscus designs on matching tea sets,
Coordinating furniture in every room.
Delicate and perfect from the roof to the garden.
Impeccable ideal home, a tangible version of home.
A

Grant Me a Superficial Faith

 (A Shakespearian Sonnet) 

Is faith we own a stain on ‘faith more real,’
or tattoo burned on skin that’s in life’s game?
Our faith stands up (when waves are not genteel)
or lives on land (where tests are likely tame)?

Does God look down and think our faith’s divine
or each man’s faith judged, works are not enough?
It seems

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