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

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

Distance

Around again in spirals now
With litanies like litter thrown
Where not for any moment made of triumph do we bow
To pauper kings and dying crones
Upon detritus covered thrones
Because we only stand as tall as circumstance allows

And so we set our palette thin
And worry for the paint we use
With brushes that we never touched and never will again
So canvases are left to lose
The portraits all bereft a muse
With signatures we craft of “Never lose, but never win”

Arrested by the view to be
Where, surely, stars are meant to grow
Our wrists are counting moments in a world we never see
And who we are, we fail to show
And why we hide, we never know
But hold our broken, hated masks and swear they set us free

But then there are so many days
And life is like a lost balloon
And here we are like children blinded by the golden rays
With fingers reaching for the moon
Where finding clouds would be a boon
But still, the road is dark and what we seek…it seems a million miles away

Burden

We struggle with weight
And with stress
And with bags under eyes
For it’s late
And we can’t sleep or rest
Neath the press of our daily disguise

We battle our aches
And our pains
And our unconfessed woes
Like it’s cake
And we, silent, complain
Seeking balance on half-broken toes

We carry the loss
And regret
And we try to move on
Like the cost
Hasn’t broken us yet
And our hearts weren’t quartered and drawn

We hold on so much
We forget
That we need to let go
Of a touch
Of a face
Of a crutch
Of the ones that we met
And we wilt in the shadows of those who don’t care if we grow