Tirade of the derided

Must I worry what you think of me?

Who’re you to tell me you know better?

Have you been to the end of the world?

Why didn’t your God answer my letters?

What are you so smug about?

How dare you judge what I do?

Do you even know why we are here?

Does it make me bad if I’m not like you?

Do I sympathize ‘cause your life is worthless?

Why should I pick money over soul?

What do I care if you hate my guts?

Am I to weep if you condemn my goals?

Can I ask you to moralize elsewhere?

Who said you can cluck your tongue at me?

Do you know who matters at the end of the day?

Why must you give me advice for free?

Have you always lived so passionlessly?

Do you know what it’s like being true?

Where did you learn all your wrongs and rights?

Did I tell you it must suck being you?

Paradise

Wavering in the blue darkness
Wrapped in a sliver of the moon
Wild blossoms entwined in each tress
Her scent makes the willows swoon


Stepping back in the inky shadows 
Quivering lips and straining eyes
He journeyed infinite crests and furrows
For just a scent of her many sighs


She knew for eons before he arrived there
He would cross time that held them apart
To touch her warm footprint or a wisp of her hair
And seek a place for his soul in her heart


Endeavoured to find paradise all his life
He has pursued the key fervently
At last he finds her after such strife
This time he would not let her flee


The hard planes of his countenance
The obsidian glitter of his shoulder
Tormented her from the first glance
She is as enraptured as he is of her


This once she would not disappear
This once it would be as it was meant
This once he would not lose her
In the depths of clouds unspent


In a slight wave that stills every motion
Within reach of his outstretched hand
She brings soft light into the dark ocean
That has eternally submerged his land


Infinite clouds become infinite clarity
In a lingering embrace of infinite grief
Giving him what he had wanted an eternity
She wanes in his arms with a smile so brief


Upon finding paradise and losing his moon
He cries unlike one who has received his answer
And the spell of nirvana is broken too soon
He finally knows his paradise was her