Two Worlds

I’m disgusted to know

That reality has shown

I live in two worlds

Queen in one, 

Pauper in another.

Queen Marie Antoinette 

“Empathetic” yet disconnected 

To masses who hunger, who suffer.

Oh they suffered such horrors.

It’s no wonder, no wonder 

They wanted her head.

As a pauper no better 

Is fate for the hated.

No voice of your own, 

No ear that will hear us.

So pauper or queen 

In the end it’s no wonder

That fate for the both

Ends in death, oh such candor.

The Setting Sun

The sun is setting 

It sets on us all.

Color gives way to darkness

Vibrance to silence.

Yet no one grieves

A setting sun,

Because all that lives knows best

That as we bid farewell with one hand,

With the other,

We hail the rising moon and stars.

The sun may set on us all,

But so too the moon and stars will rise

To take her place…

Obsession 

Fascination abounds 

For obsessions renowned.

Be polite, write a card, say ‘Thank you’,

Don’t confound. 

So easily offended 

When protocol is suspended.

As if struck across face 

With white glove,

Kills white dove.

Peace defected

Offence unintended

So quickly escalated.

Too far out of control

Apologies insufficient

Groveling’s equally deficient.

Only option that’s left

Is to face this with deft.

The Following

​Getting attention is easy

Maintaining it, not as breezy.

Sweet words, like honey

Draw bears and bees 

From far and wide;

Though with humans money

Would as easily suffice.

The vibrant crowds 

Disperse posthaste

Unless they’re given

A small foretaste

Of what’s to come, 

Intrigue is sprung, they stay.

And so new following’s begun.