The Sound of Two Hands Clapping

 Afraid to live and afraid to die,
 Reluctant and able to be devastated
 Blindly, thoughtlessly, with ease.

 Realize completely and question why.
 Greater than thought, cared, wondered or comprehended
 With a mortal fear of wreaths.

 Solitude and dread were the allies
 Which spared one from passion, perception, a shared bed
 And duplicate sets of keys

 Entrusted to one amidst a sign.
 A stranger, who won't accept, and acquiesced
 a hasty offer to appease.

 One could devastate with a goodbye
 And led, perpetuated or perpetrated
 With tantamount tease and quease.

Bi Ways

 Traveled Stupid awhile, I'm a dope.
 Thumbed my nose at Honor, then awoke.
 For Faithfulness and Honor I groped,
 Squaring Despair, parallel to Hope.
 Bus stop, I haven't a toke, I'm broke!

 Devastation's a private nightmare.
 Taxi, but pockets bare, filled with air.
 Loyalty's a mile away, no fare.
 Opposing each other, but to where?
 Never a pair to the ends of Despair.

Today and Tomorrow

 The chimes ring
 And the chimes have rung,
 But they don't ring
 For everyone.

 The bells peel
 And the bells have peeled,
 But they don't peel
 For all our zeal.

 Time is today
 And time's passes away;
 Some keep at bay
 While other play.

 Someone is droll,
 Another's a goal
 And where was soul?
 Void is the whole!

Greed

 I want security
 Twenty years from today,
 Fifty, one-hundred, forever,
 No surprises, no tricks, no games

 I lust periodically
 Varying day to day,
 Year to year, era to era.
 Versatility's my other name.

 I need eternally
 Sympathy, empathy,
 Compassion, allegiance and alliance;
 A chamelion, someone to act the same.

 I demand totality,
 To be your everything
 Whether I possess the ability
 Or care enough to pursue your aims.

Fear

 It's not that I don't want to be with you;
 I'm afraid to.

 It not that I don't care enough about you;
 I'm afraid to.

 You'll idolize me, love me, make me adore you;
 I'll worship you and, then,

 It's not that I won't want to be with you;
 You won't allow me to.

Perfidia

 As much my fault as yours
 We've settled into a routine
 To partially share night hours
 On the week-ends, we convene.

 Lust makes adulterers
 During the week and unseen,
 While waiting for weekend encores
 without perception between!

On Looker

 The marketing techniques,
 The bathing beauty,
 The new wave style,
 The fool I am.

 Not even subtly,
 Not even polished,
 Not even real,
 I'm not cosmopolitan enough.

 To determine differences:
 Truth from falsity.
 For a small town girl
 Task: impossible.