Joyful Thinking

Equilibrium

We act as though we know

what the world wants and feels

through generalizing a population

while half their lips are sealed.

We may not understand

the lifestyle drenched in mystery

but no victim of an unsolved case

deserves automatic misery.

It is our lack of empathy

for those with unique hearts

that has created a place of unbalanced weaponry

One side feathers against another firing darts.

We take away their desires

with no rhyme or reason at all

and slice through their worlds

with our accusatory bombs. 

Their lives don’t touch ours

and all our hearts beat the same

explain why our edicts

must forbid their own gain.

Love is all-embracing

a passion we all can feel 

So we will stand together

and the law can kneel.

For if love is love

from a human to a human

then the face of it can be

man to man, woman to woman.

-Samantha Joy 

Borders

I need a mental meditation

to release this sense of mind. 

A filled up bowl of water

without shores to break upon. 

Lines to borders 

crossing over and under,

without leaving a trail

behind. 

Except when another

crosses over and under, 

and retraces your steps

back to me. 

I see her 

behind the gaze of your eyes,

but ignore it 

til’ she is dissolved

She never disappears

from the alcoves of your mind

and haunts your every promise

to me. 

Fresh sap from a tree,

your secret seeps out

from the mouth 

of my untold source. 

My ears turn down

in denial and disbelief, 

as your past is unsheathed

and exposed

I think back and remember

all our seasons together

that are now

disgusted pure fiction

From a lover. A girl. 

Affixed to us both 

who trespasses on love

with pure poison 

I think why 

do I hand my pain to her,

a disdainful rodent

hunting her prey

When you are the one

letting her scurry inside, 

simply because you want

to play. 

But I accept this fire

that you both breathe at me

With my arms out stretched

and two fingers crossed behind

And I walk away

with a smile on my face

knowing at least

I decoded your lie. 

Listen to Providence

it knows me quite well

compared to you

it provides me with truth 

I pray that you’ve learned 

from this mess of a chapter

that you’ve written in

my book of youth.

I do not look back at the 

home that we made

guarded with a square

of white picket fence.

For the borders are shattered,

lines crossed over and under, 

and I’d be foolish to 

return again.