We ask, "how?"
When we ail to know why
happiness has eluded our every try.
And in our pursuit
the scars we've come to bear
often rival the moments we hold dear.
Liquid scintillas of desire
mellifluently fare the tensed brow.
And in the wake of innocence, we retire
altruism our childhood dreams dared avow.
Frequented by Failure
Tormented by the tempest of time
We finally refuse money's frail allure
left wanting by its empty, slight rhyme.
(But) Oh the serendipity of love,
encountered in the crisis of identity.
For we...meandered in the crosshairs of mediocrity,
Oblivious to the cold slugs of regret.
I write to empower the estranged.
Invoking the power of hope, exiled by
human fear of change.
Speaking dreams into reality,
with the fury of belief.
Bending the thoughts of the despondent
to the sublime.
And Oh...what tears may come?
What impact of yours may fester
in the minds of those
who will wish you
final, echoless goodbyes?
For today we are,
and tomorrow we were.
Although shrouded by the "how" and "why"
Anonymity, through our impact, we defy!