Truism

Vented steam burns.

Why?

Why do angst and pain
largely works of art inspire?

Works worth working on!

Why do sunshine and smiles
no artist’s brush or pencil fire?

Please let me see
a worthy wordplay
bellowing and echoing
a joyful day.

Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is trying to sell you something.

True! We are born
crying.
But joy makes pain worth
living.
Else, we are just
dying.

Smile, please!

SQN
Inkblot
Molly (Wherever you are)
Echo
Goddess
Raven
Monolith
Jesus
Rae
(and all others. I think I made my point.)

Longing

F for

Too tired to rhyme

For every inch I gain

When life is a crime

I lose a yard in vain

Into forever