Assurances

People speak of love as though it holds to given metrics
As if X and Y should always equal Z
And it would be alluring
Knowing outcomes so assuring
But it never works so mathematically

Gravitating all the same to traits that are opposing
Then, at other times, to ones we surely match
But never knowing clearly
Why we hold another dearly
What divides the ones we chase from those we catch?

Even writing pros, and cons, and merits, to assure us
All the logic falls apart, it always does
We edit what we’re listing
Adding pluses and insisting
That our love is something more than what it was

Knowing this, we still continue acting like there’s reasons
That with love we can assess what we should do
While never being certain
What should be behind the curtain
So we hold to leaps in logic and we all just keep pretending we’ve a clue

Accede

How far does logic lead us
And how deep does worry reach?
What good are words delivered at the lips of ministration
When we know there’s nothing true in what they preach?

I ask to know the answer
Of a question that evolves
The words of, “Are we there yet?” on a road we’re slowly paving
To a place where quandaries our work resolves

Where signs devoid of writing
Are the brightest beams of light
And every way is forward, every cut was predetermined
Otherwise, it’s simply chaos, cold, and fright

But that’s where logic leads us
To the pain of, “no one knows”
Where all the wants and wishes are a place we label heaven
And it’s somewhere none have been and no one goes

Iudex

Softening the edges
Cut the overhanging hedges
And I see a scene I might have overlooked

Hanging on the phrases
With my fingers on the pages
Like I’ve found what could become my favorite book

Fighting trepidation
Battling my hesitation
And my eyes, they simply crave another look

Trying not to falter
At the candle of your altar
But I struggle and I know not what to do

So, I try conveying
What I’m so afraid of saying
When I look into your eyes of vivid blue

Trying all the while
To resist your glowing smile
Or to take the leap and hope you take it too

Dregs

Feasting through the famine on a meal of bitter tears
To satiate a hunger unaware of what it craves
Marking off the minutes in a mission made for years
And holding on to fireflies to help illuminate the looming cave

Holding to a compass while debating up and down
And arguing the color of a sky we’ve never seen
Drawing constellations with a stick upon the ground
And holding to the fallacy that someday we’ll agree on what they mean

Starving on the banquet that we’ve made of efforts plied
And washing down revulsion with a chalice never filled
Burning promised bounties to defend the one denied
And holding hands before our eyes, we wonder when the sun will be revealed

Holding to a lantern while we fret the dying flame
And seeking whats to be upon a road that’s looping back
Begging for a hand, we fear to offer up the same
And holding to the things we wish to lose we never find the things we lack

Alignment

Broken pieces reaching out for other broken pieces
With a hope that they can finally make us whole

But broken pieces traded leaves the same amount of pieces
That are broken in the center of the soul

Broken people reaching out to other broken people
Knowing cuts are mostly what our fingers find

Hoping that our pieces are so perfectly imperfect
That they’ll make the damage worth it when aligned

Diffident

The pencils are sharpened
The pen full of ink
The paper, pristine
Til it’s bleeding and darkened
By words in between
What I say and I think

The phrases are numbing
The sentences blur
The comments are cold
Like the thing I’m becoming
For trying to hold
To a fading allure

The words are depleting
The meaning is thin
The things that I wrote
Now I struggle deleting
Or even demote
Where they cut through the skin

The message is fading
The paper in shreds
The well is now dry
And I’m no longer waiting
For stars in the sky
To put light where the darkness has led

Controvert

Worn away the color at the edges of periphery
With flutters of a lash that tried to bind
Motes of indirection, to a sign that never differs, we
Go searching with a broken magnifying glass to find

Evidence or essence of a meaningful impression
Like the faded notes of lipstick on a cheek
Turning clouds to prophecy and luck into a lesson
Painting vistas out of what we briefly witnessed in a peek

Hauling into focus charcoal valleys called altiloquent
By meanings made to suit uncertain terms
Scrawled to thus assert, by imperfection does the filament
Burn brighter than the light of any opposite could burn

Where the ragged edges that we qualify as needed
Wear away and so we call the journey proof
Mollifying losses as a destiny we greeted
With a signature of blood, upon a parchment made of lies, we swear the truth