Good Old Girl

Take care now
You've learned this already.
She has shown her colors,
Do you dare share your own faded ones?
Your ignorance emanates from its patches,
Your faults stand out like a gash across its center.
Hide them away,
Or share your short comings
And come out all the better

Their Love

Since time began,
Or at least the parched fragment I remember,
We've sought for it.
The comfort only found in their arms,
The warmth you feel knowing they're near.
The Joy that possess you with their touch.
You wish you could share in it,
Somehow leech the energy they experience,
But you know that the warmth will turn cold
Fore it is not your Joy, but His and Hers
And it does not deal kindly when foreign parties take what isn't theirs.
  So search for it yet,
  Do not grow weary,
  God's life plan for you may include a "her" to.

Science

Simply put, it isn't...
At least physics would be much easier.
And we wouldn't bother ourselves over those ecstatic electrons.
Spinning universes would not spin at all
Because there would be no one to watch them.
And the intricate facts of life would soon be forgotten.
Beauty would cease to exist
As our world grows older,
we would hear the stones cry out
Because beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Coming Down

This Weekend.
I'm sorry to say I don't remember much.
My slammed brain went over the edge with that last cup.
I'm left wandering the rooms,
Searching for steady ground,
And friends that always leave late,
But they aren't around.

The Coffee Didn't Help,
I Hate Coming Down.