musings...

what is sacrifice standing on self-preservation's shoulders but a giant that knows whre it is walking but not why, that can see direction but make none of it's own?
what is faith bludgeoned with logic but a blund razor cutting the face of idealism in clumsy strokes meant only to remove impurities but stripping beauty?
what is justice clothed in greed but a king on a streetcorner begging vagrants for change?
what is character for appearance's sake but a palace of dirt painted yellow where fools worship dust?
what is belief without risk but a man with no fingers who can not stop bying gloves?
what is integrity without abandon to it but a door with 3 windows and no knob?
what is service for profit but an ad for a window repair service wrapped around a flying brick?
what is consequence but the dirt that grows under fingernails if you let them get too long?
what is morality on demand but a shirt that makes you popular to people who know you only for your clothes?

thoughts unbidden wander stray
under synapse matter grey
transient insanities
pirouette on mental breeze
autumn hues, brown, yellow, red,
gather curbside in my head
slipping out upon my breath
to sing the beauty of their death.

loss isn't sad. it's sometimes unfortunate, but necessary, and natural. but untimely loss, loss out of season, burns with regret, burns with sorrow, like leaves in an incinerator, because that's what the loss has become... leaves changing, dying, falling to the ground in spring, haunting the summer with barren hope, until we can't stand looking at them on littering the ground, can't bear the memory of what they could have been, can't stand the empty beauty that dries and turns to dust under the feet of the ignorant, and we have to gather them up and burn them, light them like a prayer of remorse to a god we can't really comprehend but hope will accept this last fragile offering. so many things are lost.