My countenance, a melancholy
After strange footsteps possess our balcony,
Close to my two-room apartment,
Now limitlessly a source of contentment..
I do anxious listening,
The hairs on my skin glistening;
My ears coming alive, a-twitching:
Those of an eavesdropper soon a-snitching.
A near filtering of the snatched sound,
As they keep gaining ground;
The fullest conviction that they didn’t belong to a friend.
Or if they did, who was heading for another end.
To my window walk up, risking important life
To part its blind by a couple inches;
My grimaces, summary of the inner strife
Of one inwardly wrestling with prickly pinches.
It’s a forced recreation of “curiosity killed the cat”
And Unlikelihood of soon lying on my mat:
More contortions of my face.
Like a marathoner badly ending a good race:
Several repetitions of “Who goes there?”
And you shall have to tell me, “From where”.
The Beauty Of You
As rare as a butterfly in the snow
Or maybe a weed that will not grow
Perhaps a candle light in the rain
Perchance a baby born without any pain
The unlikely chance of a rainbow
On a bright sunshiny day all aglow
All these things I find rare and true
When I think of the beauty of you
Fancy a morning glory so bright
Blooming in the middle of the night
Or the unlikelihood of leaves turning green
In the middle of a cold winter scene
A child without any candy on hand
Can you picture a beach without any sand
All these things I find rare and true
When I think of the beauty of you
Can you imagine a horse that didn't run
Or a circus where there was no fun
Ever seen a wedding with no tears
Or a soldier gone to war with no fear
No list of rarities would be complete
And it sure would not be half as sweet
Nor would it be half as rare and true
If it did not include the beauty of you
As much as we hope that eventually human nature will turn to good
It seems we see signs everywhere of the eventual unlikelihood
We see money hoarders who care not one iota for the plight of the poor
We see those that will milk the system for all it can possibly endure
We see hoodlums on the streets punching old ladies for the sport
We see politicians lying through their teeth when the truth is nothing of the sort
We see morality totally ignored when it doesn't pay a sufficient dividend
We see greed rearing its ugly head everywhere as a means to an end
Drug dealers and pushers roam the streets with little or no fear
As it seems our resolve to eliminate addiction is nil, or so it would appear
Is there no path out of this horrific dilemma for today's human race?
Or will we continue this downward spiral at an even quicker pace?
We ask the important question 'Is this what we have become?'
Or maybe this is what we have always been and just where we come from
Whatever the answer if we each don't soon do our part to reverse this destructive trend
We will pass to our children's children a world that no one can possibly comprehend
Spending the hours day after day avoiding certain utterances
But it’s increasingly constant and becomes ever more difficult not to notice.
And the regrets they grow to enormous proportions;
Believing more should have gotten done.
And the nights continue to roll on;
As does the obvious unlikelihood of a coming slumber.
When it’s time let me be;
In a place where it goes on forever;
Like a moment in life;
Where time has no end.
And love always is;
And always has been.
So now practicality dictates that I take this to my bed;
Because if rest should come;
There’s always tomorrow;
And tomorrow is yet one more new beginning;
Where compassion, humor and leaps of faith;
Happen every day
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