Mosaics
Saturate my universe
with wild blush of dreams
choosing to linger
where the road wanders
tarrying along the way.
Turning off the lights
listening to breathing
agitating crimson passion
setting flame to destiny
stirring the ashes
to arise as a phoenix
treading not
where the masses flow.
Whirlwind my life
infusing mosaics
with mismatched pieces
peppermint tea
of invigorated senses.
Sighing innermost thoughts
mix and match bubbles.
Springing through life
for my today
peppered by choices
of yesterday,
I find my future.
Replication error
We've all lost friends to this.
Some aunts, some mothers
have felt its ghoulish kiss.
We cry salt tears and wonder
at the order in the universe
as the finger touches
sister, brother, friend and lover
with its deadly curse.
Random chance?
Work of a malign god?
It makes our command
of nature seem a fraud.
You see, we copy ourselves
endlessly both the even and the odd.
And sometimes the copy's
not as good as gold.
In so doing we create and
perpetuate many of life's terrors
that we could cure with ease
if we really wished,
famine, hunger, war, disease
and unfair distribution of wealth.
These are just replication errors.
Why should we rail at fate
when we find the defense
of nature is to attack by stealth?
If we fix the rest before it's too late
maybe we can win the right to abate
the error in our own sell-by date.