Chance Encounter
Oh
How I love
Your beautiful face
As it rides
Grinds
Slides
Paints
the road
And your teeth
So jagged and
white
shared
so generously
with the air
Your eyes
blue
and
so delightfully
squinting
squeezing shut
in agonizing pain
Your mouth
So well defined
Those lips so
luscious,
round
Burst and
agape,
scattered
on
the ground
A heavenly sigh
escapes my chest
while claret or wine or
maybe even..
no, not blood
we don't talk about that
escapes yours.
Us
Buddhism says
anger
is holding a hot coal
that you intend to throw
and in your ignorance
burning your own hand.
Infinitely, we die
Christianity says
love
thy neighbour
forgive and forget.
The end,
is nigh
Someone said
God
loves a tryer
and God knows
I fucking try
People say
Survival of the fittest
like that’s some fucking
excuse
for letting things die
We are the fittest
We hold all the cards
We can choose but,
Instead, we just get by
I hate-
I hate unjust, violent death.
To see it happen to a living being,
to see the horror in its eyes
to be powerless to stop it
yet having the power to prevent it
and failing
(assuming we even tried)
We have all the power
and we abuse it
ignore it
and take it for granted
-Why?
We’re
foul
greedy
ignorant
blasé bastards,
all of us.
For numbers,
we vie.
People say
we have, now,
so much
Look, a hospital
and here, a school
people have jobs,
and usually, food
We achieve one thing,
ten things,
a hundred things,
out of a potential
million
and we say its enough.
No, worse than that
we congratulate ourselves
we applaud
our mediocrity
We cheer
as we fail
and call it success.
I hate-
Greed
What is enough?
What makes you think I have it?
Who decides?
If I can have more, why can't I?
The more I have
The less it matters if
I lose.
There is no limit to my happiness
It cannot be sated
Because my happiness
Is not an end
Is not a goal
Bur rather,
A process.
Gaining is my goal
In the continuous
You cannot fill me
I will never be done.