Jury of Uncertainty

Confounding and uncertain
Lie the events of this world.
A corporeal fear encased
In brick after brick of knowledge
Weighted heavier than beliefs or faith.
Schedules are set; plans made reality.
Resting in the back of the mind
A sudden interruption is feared,
Amassing such inner trauma
To make a body more stalwart
Against change of any kind.
Man-wallowing and shallow
Dismisses the True hand
Divining events while working out good.
The unknown, believed to be injurious,
Is content to surprise.
The atheist swears it is Fate.
The agnostic says he does not know.
The scholar speaks about reason.
The scientist stands by fact and observation.
All a jury deciding the fate of uncertainty 
But without authority from the Judge.

I Belong

You're the popcorn to my movie;
The thread to my blanket,
And even when I'm silly,
You just laugh and forget it.
You're the sunshine on my down days;
The ink to my pages
For when you're around
I know it'll be good days.
You're the dreamer to my reality;
The notes to my song,
And with youre hand in mine
I know where I belong.

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Deadweight

A millstone presses on her chest
Stealing the life right out of her.
Her hands, raw from grasping at the stone,
Collapse.
She has no strength left to fight.
Quickly, she sinks.
Fear embraces her frame 
As if to invite her into a facetious comfort
Though she knows it's only an illusion.
Even if she were to fight,
She'd loose.
Like a tide ebbing and waning
She never ceases to descend
Into the intellectual whirlpool
Of uncertainties.
A guarantee for humanity;
Destined to drown her slowly
Wave after betraying wave.
In the end, she is nothing
But deadweight.
Her struggle lost to the world
Through the murky water she rests in.

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Entwined

Oh, the entwined snare we spin,

With words left unspoken,

And promises still broken,

We see again trodden

    The path we've led.

Oh, the entwined snare we spin,

With lies we conceived, 

And debts all aggrieved,

We stay still deceived

      In the trap we lay.

Oh, the entwined snare we spin,

Thread woven loom by loom,

Secretly seeking to entomb,

We feel the heavy gloom

          Clouding our view.

Oh, the entwined snare we spin,

Forgotten truth evades,

Where coils cut and jade,

We repress while fears cascade

             To surround us in quiet.

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Exposed

Damaged shutter, sullied lens;

Creased paper, broken frames;

Black receded, white emerged;

Beauty eroded, moment erased. 

It's a picture 

Exposed with naked clarity;

A lost time, forgotten.