Formality

There’s a lot of elation

Interaction and relation

A fiercely passionate, burgeoning congregation.

 

They see their own souls

Pursue their own goals

Others are trampled, or trodden over like moles.

 

There’s an underground

More ignored than unfound

Worldly cares unheard as unspiritual, unsound.

 

They decide and divide

Quietly seethe and deride

Denominations birthed while people, millions died.

 

So where’s the love?

Coursing only from above?

Burst forth with the faith you’ve been singing of!

The Night We Were Up

There’s nothing like stars

On a cool summer night

The instant is ours

And wonder seems right.

 

The crickets are playing

Their constant old tune

Beckoning us, saying

‘Dance up with the moon.’

 

The wind starts to hurry

The leaves beat the air

Caught up in the flurry

We float and don’t care.

 

With wordless invites

Our hands meet and twirl

Watching small, soft lights

Just me and this girl.

 

The moon climbs with us

Silhouettes as we fly

Gently waltzing and thus

We’re entrancing the sky.

 

At last we sink low

And alight on a tree

That night, as you know

The stars set us free.

No Need

What have you shown?

There’s a mound of doing

That needs a lot more mass

Before it’s you they’re pursuing.

 

What have you wrought?

If you can’t pull weight

Go back to the beginning

Or pull a Picasso and create.

 

What have you chosen?

Is your life an upheld model

Because of what you’ve avoided

Or for your acts of inherent boldness?

 

What will you be in legacy?

It started in mother’s pain

It’s the yoke upon your shoulders

Learn to push, it’ll be your gain.

Thematic

Life, for all its whims,

Is really just friends, family,

And circumstances

There's A Certain Something

Hallowed as love is,

No one who possesses can

Truly explain it