There is no point second-guessing fate.

The enemy

Untangling a rope in darkness is more satisfying,
Such test refines the self,
In a manner much more than the presence of light can define.
Darkness is not always the enemy, sometimes light is.

Sew my dignity to patches

Loyalty is weaved
through the fabric of the uniform.
But like the needle that pricks,
Its existence tarnishes perfection-
For some loyalties leave a hole.

Actors are merely players

Life wears a hat
And displays many shows;
Tricks and acts.

Life is a comedian,
A dancer, and a dramatist....

Beyond the stage-
Life goes on
To surprise me.

Snoozy

Dawn over me,
Sunkissed my skin
My orange juice sits too sweetly
But morning breath fogs
& heavy eye bags beneath
Begging to cover my lids.

Philosophy

Melancholy makes philosophers out of some of us,
& philosophy makes fools out of others
But society 'progresses' because of fools.
Only, progress is subjectively defined.

In love.

If love is a quarry, you fall into it once. To experience the adrenaline, thrill, and air that whisk, brushing into the side of your cheeks. As you fall. Your heart stops. Then race. To start back again.

Until you reach the bottom.

The fall happens once. Then the thrill, some will continue to seek for. As you swim into the pool of coldness, seeking adrenaline again. Sinking deeper into the waters, simply to feel the heart stopping for a minute. In a superficial frenzy of chaos. To seek the 'fall' again.

But surface desperately
and gasp for air.

When in fact, the true challenge remains to stay afloat. & many remains so. Drifting into such calmness, embracing the water in its totality and accepting...finding bliss.

But others swim to the edge, back to land and reality
to hike another cliff and seek for the fall again.