Where is the Love

Black Eye Peas asked,

 "Where is the love?"

but "Love doesn't live here anymore"

Cost of living high

Status ain't for all

They refuse to answer your questions

or requests for clarity

And when you speak up,

they are ready to write you up

or write you off

But all water ain't salt

And all salt ain't seasoned

But for some apparent reason

The power has gone to our heads

while many people's bank accounts

stay in the red

and theirs stay in the colour of greed

But I hope that we bear in mind

that today may be my turn

and as I nurse my burns,

I know that love's been gone

it's been broken, tainted, and forlorn

lost in the sea of difficulty

discarded beyond the moon's opacity

forever gone from this time

Out of Breath

panting while I stand still

it's like I'm haunted

or maybe I'm hunted

I can hardly catch my breath

it's not like I'm close to death

but the breadth of my pressures

knock my wind out

and even though the pain

winds down

I whine constantly

I'm not a wine drinker

but I am an over-thinker

classified as a sunk cost

described as a soul that's lost

and as my heart overbeats

and my breath cannot be controlled

my mind is swimming

while my hair keeps thinning

and breaking and shedding

like a feather plucking bird

in a destructive behaviour

I am in constant upheaval

in a consistent erraticness

never without distraction

disagreement

and disgust

with no rescue diver

no designated driver

and no CPR giver

I pant

as I

stand still

A Broken Pen

ink

blots, spots, and stains

only contain some of my 

pain

less is never more

and while I stand

sore

the hawk soars in the

sky

eyeing its 

prey

I pray that I am not 

blinded

by the lights that 

are my refracted 

distraction

and there is no redaction

of the

word

sounds

that abound

with reverberation

… (sigh) the echoes

of a broken pen