Ha-Pp Less Poem by James McLain

'Some said'..looking back before.
My god looks on and but to the
very few he speaks;
Keep it to your self, move away
lead them away from things like this
they cause but grief.
But for that moment when two halves
come together 'is it then'
Between the mountain and it's mole.
Why loose it in hate when love is but
a softer word like 'dear'
You need to hear, Suffer me nor you,
we are but pitiful things.
Beings barely yet.
Full with such flying thoughts that fill out
between the seam some sew to stitch.
Then rain comes and cools the heated mind
and then sits clear in wait to drink again.
He has neither the will nor inclination to
explain it all against your whippoorwill,
it is like those great winds
squeezed out and then it's gone.
Heaven help me help us 'God' when words
were night and day.
One says tidal wave another a tsunami.
The crack in the earth to all means just one thing.
And love was love and hate was fate you
laid within and slept upon
their graves.