Some

Some beg and some borrow

Some bring joy and others sorrow

Some stay and some go

Some I’ll never forget

Some I’ll never remember

Here in this cold December

Even if you insist it’s May

I feel the winters chill and know this is the darkest day

In a time of warmth the winds blow cold

Upon scars of old

Wounds that open daily that resist

The Healing of time

And demand to exist

Melancholy Dance

Long have I peered into darkness

Seeing all of the madness

The tragedy of joy

The gifts it brings

Long have I known the melancholy tune it sings

I hear it as a man as clearly as I heard it as a boy

 

I know the steps of its dance

I know the path it takes

And the light it forsakes

I hold the wicked and righteous in temperance

For neither know the truth of their way

Neither have the strength to sway

 

The outcomes of destiny

In the manner they seek

For in truth they are week

Reeking of fear and zealous pride

Their true self they hide

They cannot see what is to be

 

That fate long ago decreed

That in the end , all would fall to greed

A greed for love, a greed for power

Is still greed in any form at any hour

 

So here I sit along the shore

Wishing for nothing more

Than I deserve

For the melancholy dance I serve

Sheep/Wolf

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A sheep in wolf’s clothing

They exist

Just as surely as wolf in sheep’s clothing

They hide in the howl

They hide in the pride

Their false bravado

So many names

For them all the same

Yet best is narcissist

Their weakness they seek to hide

With words and lies being an afficionado

They speak with out substance yet always on the prowl

 

They speak of glory

Longing for any to hear their story

They speak of self

They speak of nothing worth hearing

For their words are meaningless

As are their actions

They recoil when confronted

Relying on taunts and tactics proven spineless

They lose traction

Pity the pour souls for they long for comfort

Because after all that’s what their fearing