Quatrain – Page 4 – A (wise) man of two faces

The cabbage patch

Dim and dirty lights,
prone to flickering frights,
serve as ghastly gardening tools
for growing gaunt and corporate ghouls.

The sterile gray walls
of empty, echoing halls
and cubes to hold the worker drones
while “self-made” princes sit on thrones.

The twists and turns of the maze
leave you lost and in a daze
but just when you think you’re going to win
you have to start all over again.

Toys for tots and baseball cards,
broken hearts and battle scars,
wedding rings and sordid trysts,
abandoned dreams and bucket lists.

Careless words
from eager lips
ruin friendships
with their slips.

Shifting, swaying in the breeze
rippling with such sensual ease
that you stand raptured with the grace
of the vision that’s this place.

Song and stories
of old glories:
fairy tales
or just history?

It stretched out before her
showing her the way:
a wide expanse of tomorrow
and small thoughts of yesterday.

– photograph featuring weakmeatstrongeat

But by the Grace of God,
we lived to see this day:
to view each and every soul
as precious in its own way.

I close myself in
and raise the walls up high
to trap myself with a sin
I no longer can deny.