Lights flicker on a dead tree
Maybe its intentional
Or a faulty wire
Perhaps it will spark
And then
With tree aflame
The house will twinkle
In the light of fire
Reflected
From a thousand gaudy baubles

Here potions do what make-up’s brush cannot,
Lending sparkles to such grey morning light.
With bleary eyes, we stumble without thought
In through the doors, escaping weary night.
Soft peddlers of long accepted sin
Relieve our aching symptoms of withdrawal;
Brewing black magic, served in paper thin.
Our own delights created at a call?
We learn to ask for what we want so late
Leading a life so limited by forms;
For menu boards; which specify our fate,
Draw smoothly in and limit us to norms.
So do not fear to step beyond today
Let heart decide and live this life your way.

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Mercillessly
The moon marks months
Marching on
In melancholy monotony

Our roads dividing
Brings its own silent sadness
Let it not be so.

Rekindling life,

In dark echoing silence; 

I shelter a flame.