Lux Annum

If we’re visited by aliens;
Oh, Please let them bring strong medicines.

We hope they bring us the keys for peace.
We’d prefer they not cause life to cease.

We can’t get to them; they come to us.
So, we think their arrival’s a plus.

Able to span the expanse of stars.
No road rage if they’re the only cars.

We are a mess & you know it’s true.
Though, outside help just might do…

The trick of strangers: suddenly heard.
New noble science & peace assured.

Still, there’s a chance they would mean us harm.
But, we’re best at that; to their alarm.

Compile

Competition is neither love nor war.
You’re the only person you’re fighting for.

Competence has never guaranteed good.
Know-how just cannot do what vision could.

Compensation can only ease a loss.
Checks & balances for life’s double cross.

Comprehension is not understanding.
One’s fact & one’s empathy demanding.

Completion isn’t the same as ending.
The latter’s death; the former has pending…

Assassin, Eight

Ok, Chucky, hand it over.
You can’t bring blades to Red Rover.

Why that vacant look in your eyes?
Are you sure the knife use is wise?

Homework is not a good excuse…
To explore danger on the loose.

Just now, I cannot help but see…
You & your sharp headed for me.

Woosh! Dagger thrown flew by my head.
Home Invader behind me? Dead.

Heart & Soul

Art can so often seem like destruction.
Chaos distilled thru creative function.

Breaking & making & breaking again.
Ink & dye & paint, swirling in a din.

Canvas committed in three dimensions.
Portals created burst with intention.

The whirlwind begins to deposit form.
Inspiration’s storm splitting into norms.

Then & there, blankness is chased from flat plane…
Where hearts are seen thru a soul’s windowpane.

Wary

So many places just are not safe…
While men need to seem macho to waifs.

Withering looks like a mean girl clique.
Their blistering glares could light a wick.

Humans, even men, all make their choice…
To include or exclude someone’s voice.

Some would even exclude us from life.
Inclusion by secrecy’s SO rife.

I gauge safety by if I might chafe;
The fragile egos of men who aren’t safe.

Have & Hold

A little magick from a fairy.
Stories told in confectionary.

Jewelry making everybody sing.
Spells cast & broken inside a ring.

Pointed nods from someone in the know.
Be wary of temperamental glow.

An imperceptible beck of hand.
Just as deftly striking-up the band.

Eyes flash a wisp of disappointment.
Plebs scurry in downcast deployment.

In aide of twisted ceremony…
Chattel for sale: stallion & pony.

This diamond studded fabled pairing…
Of antique codependence glaring.

Commitment is a choice made each day…
Rendering weddings a pressure play.

If it’s real, you won’t be left alone.
So, why do we still desire to own?

Terms

We won’t waste even a second or two.
Years were wasted & group effort is thru.

We arrived at impasse by other’s lead.
Help & advice were not things they would heed.

Circumstance requires our presence adjoined…
Courteous silence of what you purloined.

Hopes for growth go unplanted & fallow.
We can’t speak deep; they insist on shallow.

There’s just nowt they’d say that I’d ever trust.
We’ll coexist silently; for, needs must.

I can guess all the spin they would deploy.
Yet, twixt us, quiet’s what we should employ.

Better Meant

Best you can do is steer her away from you.
It’s in her best interest; though, it makes you blue.

Inventory every one of your worst faults.
Admit them openly; then, lock them in vaults.

Never miss a chance to reinforce the change.
Opportunities will drift by of each range.

You should not be the limit of her reach.
Make them better than your bubble; ensure breach.

For, none will thank you for making a double.
Do the right thing; save her some of your trouble.

Cake

Loving every minute of it.
Watching folks desperately covet.

Seeing scandal fall each second.
It’s circumstance: fertile fecund.

We barely wait for new bombshells.
Too few correlations with Hell.

At the ready: revelations.
Faith, politics & relations.

Rare, that ends are like beginnings.
Life cycles broke into innings.

We’d like to think we’re above it.
Still, each second is beloved.