A New One

Still don't have a working title for it yet... but here it is nonetheless


You were my ashen edifice
Of tepid will, coerced at last,
In smoldering, my evidence,
Unto the altar named “Alas”.

And leaking there between the stones
Our virtues stopped and stood to meet
The weeping king cast from his thrones,
In purple tribute of our feat:

We breathed too fast, we laughed too long,
We lived two lives of dynamite,
That once exploded into song
And blew the sky clean out of sight.

But once exploded, gravity
Cannot restore two parts to one,
Cannot restore the cavity
Of darkened soul, devoid of sun.

We cannot fight with math, my dear,
I do not know why life is mean;
We cannot hunt the stars, I fear
That would exceed our standard scene.

Perhaps it’d be more natural
To leave it as it seems?

12:53

People love and request love on this earth primarily because of a desire to be loved and needed. It is not joy of another we seek, but rather self gratification. This is not love, but selfishness. Therefore, we must eliminate the desire for reciprocation. It is once the need for self ends that the heart truly begins the path to Love.