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The false facades of smiling faces,
Heart of darkness, behind them races.
Vices of night, the virtues of light,
Shadows of man, His grace erases.

(written while daydreaming during the most boring morning patient rounds ever)

"Nothing New"

The wisdom of youth, foolishness of age
The fool is set free, within wisdom's cage.
Inevitable bars bind the insane
All who toil within, grasp about in vain.
Wisdom's vanities will rain down dismay,
For a fool's faith, to the heavens I pray.

"Right"

I try to give all that I can
Struggle with fear to be that man
A giver.

I promised to give what is dear
My mind clear and my heart sincere
I give her.

I ache from voids of sacrifice
The vice of men, and those of mice
I shiver.

I grasp for guidance from a helping hand
So unwaivering that I may stand and
Deliver

Simply.  Beautiful.

"Roses"

Where are you going?
Galloping to the brink of insanity.
Expectations, your blinders
Monochromic, your dreams.
Meaninglessly enslaved by the victorious jockey.
Society.

Is defeat so far from victory?
Taking yourself so seriously
Your life held by gossamer puppet strings.
We're all bound by humanity
Chained to its all-knowing whimsy.
Vulnerability.

Why not relinquish your grasp?
Stay awhile, catch your breath
Rest your weary hands and feet
Swim with me through technicolored dreams.
What will be, will be.
Serendipity.

1. (For copyright purposes, I borrowed the word "technicolored" from Karatncelery.)