Desert Treasure & Disbelief

Desert Treasure

Trailing across the desert,

Cane and canteen by my side,

Illusions and mirages do divert

The passing time,

But I search for the treasure,

A wealth beyond measure.

Gold cannot touch

T his treasure of such.

Diamonds bow to the splendor

Of hope it renders.

This is my desert treasure.

Breathless but daring,

I continue the search.

Heartfelt and caring,

I go on for all its worth.

Hot desert, give me my treasure.

I'm under the spell, the course

Of your fading promise.

No pearl can compare

To the whiteness of your world.

Open this locked door.

Come to me, desert trea sure,

Be mine forever.

Disbelief

I don't believe in religion.

I don't believe in half off sales.

I don't believe in loud hot guns.

I don't believe in virgins in veils.

I don't believe in mindless noise.

I don't believe in unnecessary silence.

I don't believe in gracious poise.

I don;t believe in the tall fence.

I don't believe in stupid thoughts.

I don't believe in crazy glue.

I don't believe in the lies you've bought.

I don't believe in you.

I don''t believe in politics.

I don't believe in candy dreams.

I don't believe in magic tricks.

I don't believe in anything.

Disbelief in nothing.

Disbelief in everything.

Disbelief in the things that give us what we really want.

The seed- A child called paranoid.

These are two poems that I had forgotten about until a few months ago. The first was based on a dream and second an old man I once knew.