On The Street Where I Live

On the street where I live

Corner Rose and Tulip

Love and rejection intersect

The taking and the purging

Adoration and detestation

Religions of the mad

Sanctifying the sad

War and devastation

Building houses in the sky

They fall and still you wonder why

Sand, guardian of cerulean sea

Would have been better

But for the mountains of delusions

Offers of company and currency

From across the greatest ocean, vast divide

Growing older in comfort and misery

For lost love and prideful hurts

Casualties of weird know no bounds

Atlas shirked his titanic task

The gods condemn mortal foibles

Forgetting they are of clay themselves

I live on a street

Where doves hawk wares

Unaware of the fear that makes

The world go sensurround

Getting off is not an option

But, please, do so

Get off on your private kicks

The gents will soon have no dames

The streets will soon have no names

Legerdemain

                                (Image from Feritrad.org)

Love lost is the most exquisite pain.
A crushed heart bleeds worse than the reddest rose.
Tears are real but unbelieved.
Words are mocked for being slave to sentences.
Lies can pass for the truth as craft is refined.
Promises linger for as long as they are heard.
Lecture a loser and he wins.
It's all sleight of hand.