happiness without pretense

Impatiently edgy
Expectations falling short
I didn't put you down
No but your eyes did
My eyes are the most deceiving
Your eyes are the only honesty

The only real thing revealing
Bucket list changing conversation
Not even a little subtly
I have been checking them off
One by one but I can’t tell you
I don't have a bucket list
Not even one
I keep this silent
But all the reasons
Run through my mind
A list of things to do
Before I die
Seems so morbidly self defeating
Doomed for failure
Cause once checked off
Well your dead
creating a list is striving
fulfilling an emptiness
I see that as looking for happiness
striving for perfection
journey to happiness is a perfection worth striving for

I have done so many things

Been in love and out

Tasted fine wine

Pushed the edge of adrenaline

Been dead and back again

Jumped out of airplanes

Felt the cold silence of the wind

Climbed mountains in the rain

Made mistakes and corrected them

Disappointed with my trust

Lived with it

Ran through froze fields

Pushing pass the edge of doubt

Watched the tides at sunrise

Reflecting broken dreams

Once you go there

You can never come back

If I ever created a bucket list

It would have one item

Find happiness without pretense

An invalid impossibility

A private internal conversation

Never stated

Her voice breaks the silence

I have been seeing someone

He is a little short
He has a bucket list too

Why are you telling me this?

We are just friends nothing more

Happiness is perfection worth striving for

Get jiggy with it

Extremism

Minds so diseased

Reality is blurred

Legally not liable

Biased journey

Sequestered in limbo

Secrecy and evasiveness

Words of a song echoes

Sirens voices compelling

The ship Freedom drifting

Mourning all those sacrificed

Religion the excuse

To do the criminally insane

Morals placed aside

All those unhappy people

Business of extremism

History will see more

Martyrs of Insanity

Paris

Radical

Delusions

Gunfire louder than traffic

Senseless death

Satirical humour kills

In fear we trust

Martyrs of insanity

Religious intolerance

Innocence filled with lead

Death has no apologies

Labyrinth of the ridiculous

Freedom lost

every mundane day

Replaying the mundane

Tomorrow the same as today

Living mediocrity

Everything the same

Hoping for one

Adding an n to make it none

Misplaced distractions

Cant breath

The air won’t came in

Trust is a powerful word

Sinful in its vengeance

Without it there can only be hate

Replaying mediocrity

Yesterday repeated today

No escaping the mundane

Floating in time

It maybe daytime

But the night is not finished yet

The moon talks to me at lunch time

Can breath

The air won’t come in

My lungs fill with water

Drowning a little more everyday
Hope spreads a little light
with every sunset