Air that rests on subtle timing, 

Verification endowed – 

Too Loud, much too Loud

To be Heard, To Be Seen

To be Loved;

With aim of Unconditionality. 

Misstep, mistake, misfire 

On all Options

Only to Evoke;

That perhaps, a Friend is in Need. 

I’ll hear you out,

I too know what it’s like to suffer in Silence. 

When the Mirror 

Is a Death Sentence

To only Breathe Life into Others,

Somehow thinking of the good intentions, 

That my repair of others and I and others, 

And our tumultuous relationships that define so,

Will lead me to greater pastures.

Good Intentions are not meant for Honesty, 

Lies with Greed, 

For Gluttonous Fellows to only

Grace one’s self with an ounce of Respect.

Once debt, unmet, 

And this is why Time functions 

On Illusionary Agreements

Of what a Schedule means. 

I won’t rush the Pace

For short-term satisfaction. 

Cutting Corners

Is only for the Sweet Treat

Of Cake

Meant for celebrations, 

Not Everyday.

It’s best that way.