The Laws Paradox

They bind the hand that reaches for the throat, They tame the storm, the selfish, vicious goat. A fence erected in the wild green space, To keep a certain peace, a measured pace. They say, "This far, no further," to the strong, And grant the weak a place where they belong. The wild wood cleared, a path is neatly laid, A promise in the daylight, unafraid. The chaos of a million warring wills, Subdued by silent paper, on the hills. But oh, the hand that's bound, it can not reach For gentle touch, a kind and earnest speech. The fence that holds the monster in its place, Can also hide the sunbeam from the face. The measured pace, a slow and weary stride, For those whose hearts can't find a place to hide. The path so straight, it never takes a turn, To find a secret lesson it can learn. And in the order, beauty dies away, A price for safety, paid in shades of gray. So here we stand, a paradox held tight, Between the ordered day and primal night. We trade a measure of our w...

Night conversations

Roused from my tranquil at night

Indeed a witching hour

We need to talk she says

Where are we heading

To dreamland I mumbled, duh! my view


How long now?

Why the delay?

The inescapable, why prolong it?

Today or tomorrow, no difference she sees


Educate me she entreats

Tongue-tied I seem

Thoughts swirling

Choice of words testing


Mum's the word and mute is the order

"Omerta" the mandate as sign language bereft 

Sleep deprivation in mind, as the short arm, several full circles it executes

A night lost as the barrage of questions continue

Focus redirected


Striving and scrambling for the right note and tone

Gingerly walking on eggs

Tiptoeing maybe

I found them at last

In humor of sort


A peace brokered at last for now

Conflict avoided

Unsettling peace pact agreed, alas at the break of dawn

Until the next time, when tempers rage for a temporary truce


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