Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

"Mesmerized"

Mesmerized

It's so sad to see the crippled tale

Of life as we have wrought

To watch the fumbled loving fail

No loving has been taught

To pass the time, to mesmerize

The monsters in our midst

As if the tale of all the lies

We grasp within our fist

Is all that we can comprehend


Where is the loving feeling

The wisdom and the reeling

The love that never caught

In loving, it is taught

When will our hearts, at last, defend

The loving