Glorious

Ramble, ramble, rumble
In her thighs in succulent thighs
ramble, humble, mumble
Thick in lies
Luscious lies.

As all we wait for something
we can never realise
and burn this twinkling life you hate
and start so many fires…
The answers we may never grasp
while reasons turn to lies
Even as the moths of death
circle nightly skies

A self-wrapped life is meaningless
and pocketed with lies
Just as sorrow for our selfish ways
shows up your mortal eyes.

Lady Sight

When you see the sky
you do not ask for why?
You see the birds fly by
not swarms of insects die!

The pleasantries you point at
are there to catch the eye
but through by haughty bias
I refuse to see their lie!

I reflect on the deaths
the blistering sun inflicts
You reach out and prove the breaths
of life’s recycling instincts.

From your love for life you show
how to see the real reality
when I pass the dying fields now –
I too feel their creativity…