Slipping

The best thing that ever happened
Slipping through my fingers
Blew away, out of sight, grip
Faster than I could react
Or understand the intentions
There was one thing upon which
I thought I could rely
There was only one thing
I ever truly wanted
To entangle my consciousness
My soul, my being, my everything
To inspire and perspire with
Beneath the gray blue skies
The best thing that ever happened
Slipped away while I slept
And although I never knew regret
I am now beyond reason
And my soul no longer guides me
I sense that there is something
Within me which is missing...
Something I cannot name
Slipping away

Depth

How much room do you leave
Between the strokes
Of genius and emotion
How simple a task
To undo the mask
And hone another illusion
How pale a face
Inside your grace
Left to a simple confusion

None can take
What was never given
Without a cumbersome balance
Of intellectual dissolve
To stay the tides
Of a simple slight
There can only be
These shallows of
Uncaring

Sometimes

Sometimes bad things happen
And people don't recover
Sometimes you lose someone you love
Whether to death or disparity
And you never find someone as wonderful
Sometimes the world will show
Its harsh nature to we
Who are so ill-equipped
To handle the blows
The indescribably aweful things
That happen to us and to
Those around us
It is globally ironic
That we do not have the
Mental tools that we need
From birth
To handle the pain and misery
That is inflicted upon us
With such frequency
As to shatter our collective souls
But here we are
Those of us who can
Live on into the next moment
And when you are done
Reading this
You will, too.