The curious gamble

[marquis_de_odde]

Beauty lies in simplicity
Simplicity the gift of few
Few may know peace
Most spend years eating apples
Fully knowing they're rotten in the core
But entertaining idea
That perhaps this one will stand to surprise

Is hope a noble cause
Or the last luxury of the damned?
Can it be looked on as pure foolishness
To wish for miracle in an aethistic state of mind?
A hypocritical sentence
With waning commitment to the cause

Too often hope is shot down
At the last second of the battle
Evil crushes purity
And those last tendrils spell out failure
That rewinds and burns
Into our sappy minds

Laying on soaked mattresses
Drinking bottles dry
Stubborn will is mocked
By fate's wicked hand

Though not always does the sequence of pain
Find it fit to mosh us
There are times
Whose moment is unbeknownst to all
Where kinder spirits take charge
Fluked out periods
Of absolute bliss
Not meant perhaps
But there all the same

These are the times that remind
We must persevere embarassment
And rejection
In the off chance
Everything has shifted
And it's time for a change of seasons
The wisest of us know
One must never abandon hope

[sylvanlightning]

Hope unfolds its petals.

Her fragrant sorrow calls,
for those who arrive
whether by instinct, duty or agreement.

Meaning and mattering are still-frames,
in this evolving first-person movie.

Simply doing your best,
with a raw open heart,
ensures correspondence with the All.