“ Frustrations ” ~ a taste of limbo ~

Said to describe

Sagacious scribes,                                              

A sorry carcass

Frustrates to contrive,

Yet means survive

To thus achieve,

The while sauces sin

And regurgitates

What he sucks in,

To satiate ones taste                                                   

By feeding every whim…                                          

  

Save frustrations

Be constant threat

To ones resolve,

With words akin

To be so wrought,                                                                              

As to be limboed      

In a dead man’s lot,

Robbed of musing light,

To write in mindful state

Of scribe’s relentless chase!

“ Time Left Behind ” & “ Endless Days ”

“ Time Left Behind ”

                       ~ in youth’s mind ~

 Should that I’d find

Days once too long,

Made to entreat

In endless ways,

Time be made brief

Eager for morrows,

Youth brooded then

He could not wait,

For long day’s end!

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“ Endless Days ”

             ~ once upon a time ~

 Alas less mindful

As by and by,

Far off morrows

Creep ever closer,

To render a mind

In a nebular bind,

As once upon a time

There be endless days

Now long left behind!

“ The Gift Of A Day ” ~ told of being alive ~

Yesterday

Was part of the ride

Told of being alive…

 

Today

Fate made to give,

That I derive

The gift of a day,

An extended stay

Held staying alive…

 

Tomorrow

Of course,

Will only be

If I survive,

So I’ve no mind

And far less time

For such concern,

That mayn’t arrive…

 

Thus for this day

That I’m alive,                                              

I choose to live

As tho it be a lifetime!

“ Time ” ~ a perfidious ruse ~

 

Many moments

Pass so quickly

That down the line

You may leave

Some time behind,

Neglected days

In shadows hid

Veiling the ways

One suffers bid,

Akin to living blind…

 

That we misuse,

Be numbing muse

Of sad existence,

Like time unused

Holds ever lost,

Or if you wait

To let time pass,

And have life choose

How it should last,

You’ve played alas

In time’s perfidious ruse!