If I were a vampire--a bloody immortal,
I would bore of victims--such temporal lovers!
my passion--my rapture eternal,
Only you renew me--my equinox vernal!
Aloneness is of the body,
Lonliness is of the mind.
One is lack of human kindness,
The other, lack of human
"Summer in December"
The Spring emerges as a child,
Too frail to reach the fruitful tree.
Autumn is in older soul,
Unaware he holds
The Winter hears the song, though deaf,
And sees the path, though long since blind.
Time the body can't
For Summer is a state of mind.
Older folks are worldly-wiser,
More assured, mature and stronger.
But children have an equalizer--
with God a little longer.
Self-contentment sows stagnation
That breeds the weeds of strangulation.
But self-disgust disguised as
When watered with repentant rain,
Will bear the fruit of true elation--
The spirit's own emancipation!
Nine months of hell,
Plus a night of sheer terror,
Then a year of exhaustion,
And eighteen more of error.
a couple more years
For a phase of self-doubt,
Then a moment or two
To exclaim, "Just get out!"
and one final stage--
One that bears not forgetting,
Add a lifelong process
Of remorse and regretting.
"Twist of Fate"
One of life's days most inspired
Is to see oneself in one admired.
One of life's worst twists of fate
Is to find
oneself in one you hate.
A million or two is not nearly enough
For a man to expire of his very own will.
Yet a dollar or two is quite more
For the same man to willfully other folks kill.
It seems that the cost of procuring life's end
more on the victim,
Than the purchaser's prowess,
To excessively spend.