Poetry

When he comes around

asking for your daughter.

You can’t say no

because it is her decision.

Yet, restrictions are applied.

The only way to control the situation.

Her heart

will be broken.

Someday she’ll understand

why you do not like him.

“Is that like Vibranium?”

Nobody understands.

The mineral is precious.

It powers the receptors

That give life sustaining energy.

Who is to say when it will be all gone.

Just like the coal from the Earth

We left so long ago.

“Vibranium doesn’t exist.

Now please let me do my job.”

I check the stat coms and find they are functioning normal.

Only then do I see the asteroid barreling down on my station.

Well at least the “Vibranium” idiot goes with me.

Any Apocalypse and I won’t survive.

Zombie, Disease Infection, Nuclear Attack, etc…

I would try to survive if I wasn’t one of those immediately killed off.

I would try.

But the Zombies would get me.

The Disease would spread through me.

The scavengers from the nuclear fallout would kill me.

In none of these scenarios would I live.

So in a war

what side truly wins?

The answer lies in the dead

but you never listen to someone

once they are no longer living.

It is simpler to reason.

No more should I do it or shouldn’t I?

It all boils down to

Do I want it?

If yes, take it.

If no, ignore it!

Once thoughts are involved

then so are morals.

We all know morals lead to society

and, well, humans are social animals.

The chances are high for both.

Work must be done.

Yet sleep still calls me.

My household needs me.

So I know what I should do.

My body resists the demands of the mind.

The snooze button has been hit for the last time.

Alarm turned off

and lets see what the day has in store!

All the same ingredients

as a regular cake.

Eggs, flour, milk, etc….

Except you can make them in a pan

and eat them immediately!

You can make them thick or thin.

They can be small or large.

You can even make only a small number of them

or

one

HUGE

BATCH!!!!!!

Being able to do absolutely nothing.

Not being required to care for another individual.

Having the luxury of time to yourself.

Resting and Relaxing in a quiet space.

Sometimes five minutes alone with your thoughts will do.

Other times a day off is pure bliss.

Coughing makes your presence known.

They are running late.

Whoever said “A man’s best friend” lied!

He was my best friend.

The one who killed him was not the other dog.

It was the cruel individual who used him for bait.

He was stolen from my yard.

Found dead from his wounds on a highway north of the city.

He has not been the only one found there.

A few were lucky to survive.

Traumatized but alive.

But dogs are resilient and will learn to love again.

Footsteps echo along the corridor.

I turn to look up and see the one murders for the first.

It will be an ugly trial but I am here to make sure justice is done.

My dog deserves it!

Pi Day.

Make the pies!

March 14th!

Every year!

The pies are to be made and consumed

so scientist know we are on their side!

Without the circumference

or the pi numeral

how would we even know

what Pies are for?!

Small.

Black.

Feline.

Walking.

Jumping.

Staring

at me

as I try

to see

what is

behind

her!