Desire

Tap it hard in their souls
Let it mar the innocent wood
Make it beat into their conscience
Pierce their moods with the truth

Exhaust the lie out of his heart
Sound the facts with a stare
But discard the pleading glare
And break the air with the verdict.

Shout the dire penalty
Permit her wishes to transpire
The assuring gavel; causes her to fire
For it birth her desire.

The Forest

Emptiness is devoid of quality---never quantity.

We often dismiss the distinctive details in the fabric of life clothed around us.

Even the hollow forest captures the beauty in the changes life brings.

The high density of the trees are seemingly desolate and devastated... because we focus on its withering autumn leaves as the wicked winter-wind woos in,

whilst denying the beautiful shadows of the trees perching on crystal icy grounds.

How then can we appreciate a blossoming branch as it lures us in from a budding seed in spring?

And feel the joy of a bright sun as it ushers in on its gleeful green-land in the summer.

The beautiful Maya Angelou once penned... "We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty."

"Don't look back, at this crumbling fool"

Didn't I give it all?
Tried my best,
Gave you everything I had,
Everything and no less,
Didn't I do it right?
Did I let you down?

Maybe you got too used to,
Having me around,
Still, how can you walk away,
From all my tears?
It's gonna be an empty road,
Without me right here,

But go on and take it,
Take it all with you,
Don't look back,
At this crumbling fool...

--Adele

Rewriting Memories.

The lyrics of a soulful melody takes me back.
Each stanza possesses a pang of self-pity.
Perhaps the writer appropriated my diary.
I must rewrite those memories.
And then maybe, I'll find that fanciful feeling
in the work of another thieving artist.