Dialectic: Love and Peace

February 18, 2017
Away,From you,
You are still with me
Always a piece
Keeps me
Striving to be
A better me
Piece–a memory
keeps me awake
Unwilling to settle for less
Than tomorrow
And judgment-free, me
I neither hear,
Nor see you,
But knowing you are
You were,
You were even possible
To be
Keeps me in motion
Balancing,
Wiser as me,
I thank you,
From my crescent top,
Back and forth,
Up and down
And still I rise,
Out of sight,
Even still
Your memory
Reminds me
Of the proven possibility
Of peace
within me.

Haunted

July 21, 2017

She is a ghost
A memory
A thought that pulls
And she haunts
But not by choice

For she is haunted too
By this existence
Of loss
Because guilt
Made a ghost of her
Where something created
Was more
Than he thought
himself worth

 

Love to Live From

February 27, 2017

The greatest thanks
go to
those who
give a kind of love
we would wish
to refuse;
How bitter
the pill;
Sting!
Of the syringe!
If not administered,
how else
would you exist?
If not
for the
check
Issued,
of IOUs and
deferred dreams
For treatment
That kills
More than just
The tumor
It is love
The kind
We do no write
About
Unconditional,
out of basic
human
necessity
to survive,
with
the pack;
because
we all are
one part
of the whole
this is love
that we would
live for,
and so we
do.