something blue
they say you can’t buy
happiness with your money,
I bet that is true…
since the love we found
can’t seem to buy it either,
what’s left to pursue?
Another Diary Entry
My toes curl under
while I fail to hold my tongue.
“Is there someone else?”
naught woke
distaste for a past
nullified with biased pens
dipped in a woke ink
erasing changes naught
scrubbing away the canvas
will paint know future
teach to understand
the paths we traveled to here
include the missteps
dreamers left hardships
to horizons others owned
they wanted better
time need apologize
eras send condolences
past beg forgiveness
I know naught their years
the why’s lost with the seasons
reasons only theirs
the present now leaves
to a past others will judge
with future knowledge
owning their mistakes
banes of civilizations
the present’s weight
the oil can now dry
eons of wheels been greased
some too with spilled blood
tear down what you wish
quieting the questioners
with shouts of hatred
11/26/2021
Hypothermia
Winter tradition
Broken communication
Presents fill the void
Snow falls all around
But it is not seen clearly
Through rose colored lies
Blood burning with ice
Society separates
Pure love is not found
Frost covering truth
Look through cracked hypocrisy
Facade all around
