my two halves

the word life that
i play along with
has me in splits;

the sleep that
blankets me with
starry nights is split,
in sugarry dreams
and ghoulish nightmares;

the awakening that
comes with
a reluctant sun is split,
in fresh blossoms
and decayin carcass;

Life has me in splits,
of sorrows and laughter,
over and over,
over my two halves
of sorrows and laughter.

the word Truth that
i never question
has me in splits;

the fears that
surround me split,
in bitter truth
and spicy lies;

the present that
i walk in
without complains split
in glowing crimson embers
of hope,
and dark weary clouds
of disappointment;

Truth has me in splits,
of sorrows and laughter,
over and over,
over my two halves
of sorrows and laughter.