Writing

Dear Mr. Hero 
Have you won the last war? 
Oh Mr. Hero 
Have you caught him before?

He isn’t a sinner 
But he’ll contemplate 
Doing something a good man 
Won’t do
How about you?

Bubbles rising higher,

Multiply through the sky,

Focusing on each one till they merge into

One big facade.

You say it was a 

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

People enter, stay for a few floors,

Then 

            They

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming

I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves 

I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die