Author: Candid Corvid Productions

Merit has become cheapened –
Sold like a drug on the streets;

Valor is long forgotten –
Only allowed in fantasy.

Morals are tales at parties
To get you popular acclaim;

Pride that owns legitimacy
Is bought by money’s name.

I put myself into a test
Observing abdications

How I could develop self
Into real form of past relics.

Imperfect in near-prime:
Scrambling to keep time

To behaviors we were designed
To embrace as evolving humans.

Bows that break…
Hearts left crying

Struggle to overcome
Fears in their quaking.

A long lullaby
As a goodbye

Leaves children
Alone – forsaken,

Begging for sight
Of making alright

What needs
Redemption.

There’s no end to loss –
Just a brief staying of

The hands which wield
Life-to-death command.

What chaotic anarchy
Once angels broke off

Blessed path their God
Charged them to keep?

Wars, famine, corruption –
Greed’s eruption feeding

While we as a population
Bow to our own suffering.

Why does progress seem to drag as
Try to create positive associations?

Heaviness has become more dense
As emotions press down – resistant.

Baggage that’s aged and molded
Still carried for unknown reasons

Propagates gloom in atmosphere
Despite efforts to discard the past.

Having not yet found a man available who is worthy of me allows me to take myself more seriously and settle into my own patterns deeply as I relinquish this once cherished quest to others.

Invested conversation,
Genuine participation.

I lead with my heart which gets me in trouble:
Perhaps, I’m overgenerous and too genuine.

Men either love mystery or are ill-inclined
To commit to a woman of worth’s caliber.

Of parties far between and few
She kept to self a point of view,

Fascinated by mass persuasion
On behaviors and genuflections.

Though at times tried and judged –
Mostly understood, pride budged

With her heart opening into delight
At the prospect of joining such fun.

It is better to love as a friend
Than to lose life’s connection.

Where there is a void of love
When one is deserving more

And then love comes greeting
After forced to close the door,

Desolation rescinds its position,
Allowing new hope’s acquisition

Where dawn rebirths light
Once night had overcome.

It was always there, underneath the surface – quietly screaming.
She could not understand why ground didn’t hold to get better.

An entire lifetime in some sort of denial or struggle that
Just would not resolve no matter what she put into it –

Until she finally accepted this would just be as it was
And began focusing on what she enjoyed, instead.

Determined to reembrace joy,
She splurged despite worries

Purchasing flowers and vegetables
For having her transportable garden.

They only last as long
As we keep pretending.

Sometimes we are in denial or
Absorbed into learning aspects,

But, eventually time’s experience
Reveals lack of common values.

Makes thoughts insane
As makes losses regain

What positivity uncovered
Where once undiscovered

That could better manuever
Into reconstructing purpose.

Her growth was not dependent upon others,
But it longed for forums to expand her roles.

How does one
Handle issues?

Look at their past
Response patterns.

See beyond face
Value to outcome.

Tracking while
Seeking signs

Of a heart gone
Into deep cover,

Not realizing that
You can’t find one

Unwilling to be found
With buried emotions.

Positivity acknowledges worth,
Negativity demotes promotion.