4/5/11

Why does each new day blur into the next,

So we cannot recall with clarity?

Is this some way of blotting out regrets,

And granting ourselves safe serenity?

Is it some callous act of carelessness,

To let the moments fly by unobserved,

Or are we meant to taste forgetful bliss,

Regardless of remorse we might deserve?

I think perhaps we skew the passing time,

So it can be recalled in better light,

Revamped, and re-imagined in our minds,

To armor us against all future fight.

Perhaps the world is seen, and then dismissed,

To guarantee our courage to exist.

4/4/11

Dishonest men will always find a way,

To pilfer that which isn’t theirs to take,

Unless we keep their cunning plans at bay,

As they attempt to gain by our mistakes.

We must be vigilant of those who prey,

Upon our naïve vulnerabilities,.

We must be wary every waking day,

Lest we be victimized by such misdeeds.

And yet, there is what lurks in every mind,

That seeks to earn and then abuse our trust,

As often we will tell ourselves such lies.

And childlike, believe them as we must.

We let ourselves be fooled by fantasy,

And fabricate excuses for each ruse.

Perhaps, we should fear less those who deceive,

And guard against pickpockets of the truth.