Word after word appears only a tease,
Defiling meanings, shown only to please,
Not written with love, they pour down the page,
Stifle the poet and drip with disease.

Letters, oh letters, from such an old age,
Gracing the poet, transform him to sage,
Yet meaning so less when they lack proper feel,
They condemn his actions, becoming his cage.

This poet has learned not to write, but to kneel,
Received in the bosom of only things real.

Bless the light for as she nears
She dries the face of salted tears
Turning past from gold to green
Resurrecting blessed years

Biting pain has fled the scene
Left behind no painful screen
There’s sunlight now in every spot
No darkened days left to be seen

Brightly gleaming, light has caught
The two of us and tied a knot.

For Kambrie Balser, who taught me what love should actually feel like. Thanks for reading.

Empty mind and empty soul
Onto my platter, for thats your goal
Stifling pain amongst yourselves
But make sure mine is born in full

Loving, loving, means nothing now
You foolish girl, you stubborn sow
You cry in pain and take the gain
But hurt’s not something I’ll allow

Something more is hidden deeper
Under heart’s thick vine and creeper
But just as wishes pour so free
I’ll no longer be your keeper

I don’t begrudge you what you want
Assuming you can be up front
But you’ll not stop me from my game
It’s for to be alone, I hunt

To seek and strive yet just held back
Your need is like a bit of tack
Just driven through my heart so well
I cannot fight the pain it packs

Show me once and tell me never
What I’ll have for these endeavors
Withstanding all your foolishness
Just searching life for something clever

I had no idea that this form was called Ruba’i when I used it. I was also ignorant of its origins. Silly me. Thanks for reading.