The World Is Breaking

Hungry stomachs grow hungrier,
Pan viruses are breath-taking;
Polar bears come down to garbage,
While the world is slowly breaking.

The ones with faith have but words,
The poor have no hope to live,
The brave are led by the cunning,
Sometime, something had to give.

Politics plays games with rape and death,
People are lost enough to believe;
No soul remains for any devil,
All love agrees to deceive.

Gadgets confuse and rob all feeling,
Flowers have no voice for any thing;
Painters have grown to the abstract,
Singers have but sadness to bring.

Poets once saw a beautiful world,
But it is now not of their making;
The future lies warming on glaciers,
While the world is slowly breaking.

Cenotaph

And now, how they all do laugh:
Green-eyed ones who envied me,
When we three played together –
Now, how they revel in glee!

I was secure to not change
Aspects of identity –
That now seem so very strange,
Since I’ve lost serenity.

I wander lost, through each day,
And family worries, too;
But I just can’t put away
The old rules that seem so true.

So, spectators watching laugh.
In a baffled mind, comes shame.
They’ll warn on some cenotaph:
Dreamers like him fail the game.

Unafraid

There was a time, not long since, when this bed
Was where love, dreams and promises were made.
Now, as nights pass into virulent days,
And I get into cold sheets, I‘m afraid.

Your weight was my anchor to what we had;
But love has sunk into this large, cold bed;
It drowned, somewhere within, as you left it –
And I could save just memories instead.

I can’t even catch your smell in these sheets;
I wish you had loved enough and had stayed;
But you thought that love brings you happiness,
So, fled where you think you’ll stay unafraid.