Cornerstone

one man paid, another worked for it. a smile, a chat, a clap on the back, when the tag carries a value but what is it? to some it is bread and butter,

what does not you say, and i nod grimly, spirit, soul you scoff since you are a non believer as if that changes reality,

a ride, a fantasy, a good time for what it is worth, but what is it worth really when the narration changes as perspectives glide from white, gray then black because a person moves in with colors first touching skin, then sinking deeper

a philosophical discourse of course changes perspective muses one drunk man to another, then another butted in: nay, it's the other way around, the clothes make the man, a designer nodded approvingly, of course that's how

i followed every advice from day one, and found the hidden path a lot sweeter, the night fresher, stolen cookies taste better. mother berated me for every mis-step i took, stern warnings, harsh scoldings,

horror speaks, the mind listens. the mind adapts, the body shifts to a different plane, horror no longer speaks, for the mind is not in conflict,

trail the path of regret in hopes of finding enlightenment, a way out, from mistakes, errors, blemishes, on face needs cosmetics when scars are said to be non removable. and it makes no sense,

paradise is cotton candy masquerading as guns licking up flames on the burnt chair, tearing out ashes from a living wood not wanting death, sweetness burst forth as one dream takes flights like angels flying towards earth to give grace on gestures of repentance, head bowed, praying earnestly

who does not love kindness, mercy, gentleness and a touch of excitement? me, me, the spectators lifted hands and they looked like shoots climbing towards the sun eager to taste more light, heat, warmth within: eye shadows, make up, silk and jewellry worn heavily the delighted throw a coin, a gold piece,

fallen fight, still a fighter or damned soul no longer mercy bound? the fool claims gluttony gone when his stomach is full, then the hunger comes the next day, it becomes a roll of the dice