The paradox of the suffering good

I wonder why the good suffer more? They’re taken for a ride,  for granted and tossed away,
Why is it that they always cry the most? What keeps them put on the path of good, despite?
Are they condemned to forever cry, and forever moan, for being good?
And yet, God, they smile every morning, I keep wondering, how they could?
Do they cry more, for tears of such, are to be emptied for the eternal smile?
Do you God, drain their every tear drop, before showing them, eternal sunshine?
Are their tears, for the souls of the world, the redeeming and sustaining rain?
Do they suffer so much at evil hands, for the dose of pain to balance their good?
For all the joy they bring to the world, their hearts, God, protect you should,
For the good souls, please lay I pray, to eternal happiness, a faster path sans all pain.

Ode to the whiner

Leeches! leeches, will you get off my feet?
I am no endless pit, for all your rotting peat,
Do I wear a board that says  “Ears, ears for all your pain”?
I am like you too, remember, I am not your emotional drain.

Leeches! Leeches, stop drinking my blood
I took no oath, to let me be your eternal bread,
Find another, so you may fill them with your filth,
Before I set a stick on fire, to chase you with.

I am now like a stagnant river, not flowing anymore, anywhere,
The left over speed’s made me a whirlpool, so please be aware,
Your trash dumped all will see, as I toss them up in the air,
Stay away, take them elsewhere, if about your secrets, you really care...

What more?

What more can my motor mouth say?
Or how much more Can my eyes widen and glow?
Than my hands that now speak as they gently caress
Your tresses, my dear, that, like a black river, perennially flows...

Am I caressing your hair, so you feel all pampered?
Or do I do it to prevent the sun from drying up the rivers I love?
Do I caress for you then lean on my shoulder, that I so crave?
Or do I, for I see no higher purpose for me now?

Shine, Sun

Worry not my dear Sun,
You always glow through the thickest clouds,
So why dim now? It's unlike you,
What you see is a flock of crows, no eclipse,
So go on, keep going west,
Soon the crows shall rest,
And you'll see us see you in all glory,
Shining for us all, shining for yourself, full Sun.

Ode to Fatima - Through the eyes of Santiago

Living oasis! Of a thousand fine lashes, veiling all
But, your visible fine eyes, they taunt for all their hidden friends too,
One lash for every mystery that your eyes speak
Saying what your heart and mouth, unseen, wish to say
You paint the desert in hues of gold as you walk,
And your veil, gives the night sky its dark hues,
Your grace gave the breeze its charm,
And the moon waxes and wanes, as your eyes, behind the veils do,
Your fragrance, stuns the falcons on their game flight,
You are the life and soul of the desert at night,
Oh! Fatima, what treasure have you made me seek?
The shepherd, I, don’t seek beyond being in your herd,
For what do I need an alchemist’s eyes?
To show me the soul of the world manifest,
I’ve found you, as the gold in the lead desert,
My love, the potion that made me the alchemist, the gold, you,
What greater treasure lies hidden in this world?
What message on an emerald tablet is more enchanting than you?
Here, and anywhere beyond, to existence’s end?