“ The Façade ” ~ of a smile ~

He wears a smile

Save no surprise,

If but the while

He means to hide,

His shaded guile

Woefully apprised,

In a conjured façade…

 

He has known wile

In angst of sorrow,

More than enough

To find not borrow,

He’d known tears

Gathered for years

Beyond subsides,

Rendered invasive

To the outer side,

Of harbouring mazes…

 

Thus the façade

Blurred in guises,

Holds few surprises

Be of joy or sadness                                          

That smiles disguise,                                      

Alas but for appearance!

 

“ Peace of Mind ” ~ each day defines ~

You want find

To live without

Contrariety,

To harmonize

Peace of mind,

Conversely

To fashion wise

Congruity,

Thus so align

With acuity,

Each day defines

Depict life whole ,

The while binds

Provide sanity,

Till fades alas,

This precious time,

Seeks find embrace

That peace of mind!

“ The Boy ” ~ who wanted to stay ~

There was a boy

Said ever glad,

For animate joy

Save he felt sad,

Its adolesce span

Exacts but a fad,

Be that so it may

Fix boy to be man,

He’d bid afar day

From stripling state,

That inevitable way

To descry adulthood,

Toward destined fate

Binds resolute say,

Held misnomer depth

Of ending youth’s stay,

He’d pursue cheat its death!

 

“ The Mass ” ~ killing of minds ~

Of sanguinary incline

Whole of man be alas,

Found so unreachable

To celebrate the mass

Killing of man’s mind,

Hence to spur appetite

In amount meant bind,

With ferocity held light

As to scorn mindfulness

Of insatiable self serve,

Tho it destroys mankind…

 

Ever wile inner monster

Of man readily persists,

In fixing soul be blind

To his power gone amiss,

Yet demands full assign

Of his tempestuous controls,

Tho man’s dead mind matter

Ignores a bent reach for disaster!

 

“ Of The Children ”~ be life’s lot ~

Who are these children

Man recognized not,

Though too be then

But a child fraught,

As adult apprized

More often forgot,

When the more wise

Yet forever the child,

None the less be life’s lot!

                                                                 for my friend Hülya N Yılmaz

 

“ A Different Journey ” ~ started from within ~

I’ve journeyed

Thru a life

Of many paths,

But until now

Had marginalized

Times illusive avow

In future said to last,

That moves at speed

To ever looming past,

As memory goes soft

Aiming to exploit alas,

Where finds one lost

In the fixed unknown,

Of a trip that twists

Over downward

Tilting bend,

Where bedim of elation

Be the road’s end,

In a different journey

Started from within,

Save be a singular voyage

Meant to set free of chagrin,

The while making ones amends!