and loses connection
but not love.
Never the light.
That has been saved in her eyes.
Everyone deserves happiness, says humanity. Say the poor, littlest things package most joy; biggest rob it so why come after gold, dear precious metals when oxygen rusts them all?
Say the weak, hiding is power—if you can escape from realities you believe are alternatives, you are great enough to ease your pain, be happy then create a world that is refuge and yours.
Say the afraid, fear is a friend, your best warning, humiliation-proof, guards of ego. No falling. No frustration. No struggle. And you’re content. You’re safe and happy for fright.
Say the hurt, stronger I shall be. Learn to forget, you’ll find peace. But learn to forget you’ll find peace, if you don’t acknowledge history and the blood of it.
Everyone deserves to be happy, so you say choose to be happy. Yet choosing to be happy is never equated to happiness. Happiness is not a choice, it’s existence. And you don’t choose existence.
I was early for the train
but the train was never early for anyone
despite the early crowd
with early frustrations
in an early war
Overhead is a round bright thing
everyone agrees to call Moon
except me for I believe it is a firefly
magnified by the cordial shadows
The spider is a killer
and a designer–
it victimizes you
and does so beautifully
I think I save her
I drown her to death
as my vase holds her in the company of the gallant water
before I can understand
that this single she cut from her garden
has abandoned her jubilant existence
and has been slave to the one who pleases me
by killing the beautiful
The vase is urn