The poet writes 
to exhale life's tragedy
the seven sins, hurt, pain 
. . . inhumanity.

The miser lives 
to destroy and delete
all of his days 
. . . incomplete.

The lover longs 
to sensually inhale
breath of sweet kisses 
beyond the veil.

The pessimist yearns 
to dare and disobey
the wishful eye 
that seizes day.

The lark gives way 
to sultry singing
as the world listens 
to discern new meaning.

The dreamer dreams 
to awake afresh
going forth to pursue 
life at its best.

The liar struggles 
in webs of deceit
to rend dying souls 
repulsion complete.

The poet writes 
to behold the blind truth
the honesty and integrity 
of fallible fruit.