Just Write

Hello friend

Time flew

No communication

Silent exists

Our music, dead

I wonder, unsure

Can we, should we

Will we be

What we were

Hand reaches out

Trembling

Nerves Taut

Breathing, bit by bit

Touching the pale

Knowing the blackness

Always waiting

To make the joyful, sorrowful.

Can we be

Will we be

Should we be

Alive, wanting

Expressing the soul

The sun does not like me

It hides in the morning as I go to work

Letting the moon mock me with it's frail light

Doing the same as I drive home in the evening

I know it is laughing at me.

It reins supreme durring the day

Yet still it turns it's back on me

Does it sneak through a window

To envelope me in it's warm embrace?

No, it stays concealed behind walls of brick and mortar.

I tricked him the other day

I did not get up early to go to that tomb of bricks.

Instead, stayed secretly in my bed

Waiting to get a glimpse of him.

As soon as he imerged

I would jump out and scorn him for his foolishness.

But he never appeared.  Somehow he knew.

For he called to him all his wicked friends.

Blackened clouds rushed to his aid.

Hiding him once again from my sight.

How does he know?

I do not care that the sun does not like me!

I will continue on in this struggle

Not failing in my battle to win against this evil foe.

I will share with all people the splendor he showers on the special few

Giving for free the warmth and light he denies me.

Lonely, pale, lying below

Longing to do it's job

But without help,  just lays there

Remembering when it was vibrant with color

Stretching to fit so much beauty

Now it's limp, tangled up with all the mess of my life.

I can't remember the last time we were together

What does it feel Knowing it's purpose in life has become obsolete?

In this world of technology, does it long for the days in which it reigned supreme,

Holding together all the various possessions that seem to envelope my life?

Or is it willing to put away all it's burdens

Letting the newcomer to my desk take the reigns while he finally rests?

Understanding he is now fragile, older

But if the day comes once again that he is called forth,

Will he be willing to do the job for which he was created.

BROKEN GOLDEN RULE

I didn’t know you.

You were a stranger to me that day.  But there was an expectation.  A belief of trust, a belief of goodness.

For I had done nothing to you.  Yet you destroyed it, destroyed a deep part of me.

In those minutes we were together, what words did I say that made you decide to tear apart all I believed in.  Trusted in.

You broke the truth that I had always been committed to. Belief that if one is good and kind to others then they will do also to you.  Isn’t that the golden rule?

We talked, we laughed, I caused you no pain.  I kept true to the unspoken bargain that is made when people come together.  Weren’t you obligated to the same?

But your expectation was not one of trust, but of self-interest, selfishness.

It did not matter who you hurt, who’s life you effected.  You were going to get what you wanted.  For that next moment of needed pleasure, you were going to take that which did not belong to you.

You desired it so you deserved it.  Is that what you thought?  How many lives have you effected in this struggle with selfishness.  Do you know?  Do you care?