these thoughts

[anirbas]

slip slip slipping
to the basement floor
of my imagination
pearls falling
from a broken string
to go bounce bouncing
across the floor rolling
out of reach as I scrabble
to gather them back to me
I want to break the rules
of polished polite society
each time you look this way
with those bright deep eyes
is a major test of my loyalty

[artolmaeus]

moral chains, instilled chains
chains you ain't got a god-damned fucking clue were there
until you are tugged, unless you have tasted
unless you have touched
you haven't lived until you have stolen
life is short, like so many things in it
no matter the recipe, you have to put it together
and often, the wrong way yields more
between regret and guilt
only the guilty know what both taste and loss are like, for having lived
while the regrettor safely assesses the safety
only the jealous judge a whore
and righteous because they are wanting
give me the honest soul, that will not speak for safety, the one that can only ask forgiveness
because forgiveness is part of the greatest things we can do in this life
it is only the wrong doer who can bring us to it
so what good are these moral chains?
these right ethics?
who stole a cookie from the cookie jar?
maybe he has diabetes
maybe that cookie still tasted so sweet
and maybe he even had milk
and then, he died...he died...he died he died...he died
hadad Hadid Habib he did
but he tasted that cookie
and he can tell his afterlife judges something that may even leave them a little wanton
but he, the diabetic cookie eater, died fulfilled and has left a GOD to be able to forgive

[anirbas]

Wait. What? Did you just call me a whore in poem speak? Hehehe. RoFLmAo

But, seriously, I found your piece interesting and rather poignant.