The end of the pandemic — COVID-19

Can we quarantine everyone for long enough
Long enough for it to die its death and be gone
Who would live without treatment – help
Will we stand to see them left

May we infect all to save the world
This principle of the vaccine
To train the warriors to kill them all
Only them and not us

What’s the pill to kill the virus within
An anti-oxidant of sorts to spoil the corruption it is
This thing that has interferred with the man’s skills
The drug with the balls to abort all its feels

Who will live her way to health
Has nature not provided a berth
Something to claim the living of the COVID
To restore the human flesh to itself

We eat, pray, love
Of the hope that He has saved
Save the earth from her friendship of death
One she has lived in since her birth

It will go as it has come
From nowhere into nowhere
What will the people become
After all has been done

Longing to be one of them

Looking at you with your close friends the other day
It wasn’t envy that said that that is where I wanted to be
I would want better with you than to be at an edge

No longer looking to fall in love

She had felt so in love with him
It seemed like the feeling was mutual
They had a flow like soulmates
As one before they became one

One indeed afterwards in the closest bond
Their marriage seemed certain to come
But one day life hit her hard—bad
Her heart was cracked by the man of her heart
The meaning inherent in her feelings was left hanging
No route to any end, dangling
She wanted to die—not literally

The story she had lived in was getting unwritten.
A beautiful story had come to frozen
Nooooooo!!
That wouldn’t cover the effusion of emotion
It was much too much to hold
it had to show

No longer looking to fall in love;
All she wanted was sense and decency.
That rapport and spontaneity that consumed her previously ceased to mean anything
It had lost its appeal after the jolt—the jilt

A man came up to her one day
He seemed okay….
No flow and glow
Yet good as okay would go
Sane and decent
She said yes when he proposed

There were no bells and whistles
She wasn’t swept of her feet
Not like she was into him
Feet firmly on the ground and eyes wide open

She had said yes and moved on
Satisfied with her choice
She would give her life but not her heart.
It had been wrapped in a cold blanket

It was a while…
When one day she realised she was liking him especially
A love with emotion was budding
And a warm feeling inside growing

Two kinds of rules

Rules that others make for us
Rules that we’ve made for ourselves

Rules we follow with our heads
Rules we follow from our hearts

Rules we do not care to honour
Rules we care not to dishonour

Rules that are made because they could be broken
Rules that exist because they should be followed

Rules that are because truth is
Rules that are because truth is ignored