Weeping Times

It begins from somewhere,
a memory, a statement, a voice.
And the tears come gushing in
like maddening storm to an otherwise
perfectly solemn time.

Weeping times, they are
of things that cannot be changed,
of things that aren’t accepted.

We cry for these, don’t we?
Everything else falls in between.

So, my friend, when was the last time
you had tears in your eyes?
Were they of joy
or of pain?

Weeping times, like these, my friend.

Wrongs, Illusions, and the End

That one could feel wronged
without being wronged,
is a strange thing.

That just by existing,
by being real
the heart could bleed –
of course it’s job is bloodly.

And thus, honestly serves only as
long as it’s sweet. Bitter things
are bitter anyway.

We’re seeking illusions
to pass till the only
real thing comes –
the end.

Molecules

That by adding

just one molecule unto another,

a new element emerges-

by one tiny little molecule.

What then,

can we do to each other

both of whom a compact

combination of uncountable

molecules.