Good Reason

We look back on those disappointing dissipated days Pale pursuits pockmarked with malaise Full of fictional figments Frail and feeble failures lacking commitments We learn as »

You’re my Lite-Brite on the shortest day Each plastic peg punching through the darkness Filling with color as the light finds a way Glowing amber, »

Severity bleeds into serenity As creativity is released from my own enmity My edges dull as life seeps back into my core I am me, for »

(The Doors of Perception and Deception) I sometimes walk through the doors to demons I stand firm and look them in the eye And taunt them »

I am a glowing red complement to my fuel A necessary gift to renewal Water, Earth, and Air are my siblings And yet their product is »

Peace pervades my essence as the cool night soothes my soul Life is good in a way that purely makes me whole The darkness above is »

Flames burn the excess As if we have left any excess to burn We waste and abuse and ignore and abhor We should not exist anymore »

A picture of a pear Draws me in and lays my soul to bare Of a shape and form that is fundamental A symbol of the »

Pounding membranes send pulses through my head A whispering voice mesmerizes as it speaks for the dead extremely loud noises are dissipated in the ether Something »

Born into the abyss That first breath you take is bliss As you start your journey Into a world of breathtaking beauty Life leads you to »