You’ve been there
Times before,
Save you don’t care
To suffer reason
That explores,
So swallow pride
And pay the fare,
To climb aboard
As had before
For yet another ride,
On wings of cacoethes,
Hence risk anew
A now familiar plight,
For one more try,
Hopeful this flight
May find way round,
To get you where
Fate this time holds
You’ll see the light,
To get the point
And set things right,
Though risky flight
On wings of cacoethes!
ode to set things right
Would I not rebel be,
Now that life’s bent
Argues ‘tis time
We thus give vent,
As rebel true
Plagued ever so
By furtive minds,
Resolves wrench
The will to shed
Ones idle slumber,
And anger drench
Our lax intent
Till soul finds
Ample strength,
To live the edge
That will embrace
Rebellious state,
Till erstwhile merit,
Finds cause tell
Our would be rebel,
We’ve near left hell!
Man self portrays
As creature grand,
And self anoints
Be greater hand,
For fellow beings
To so command,
An axiom event
Mankind to face
As a human race,
Be sobering thought
Held question begs,
This notion stark
Of bogus intention,
Whose grand creation
Keeps man in the dark!
The eyes had died
Yet mind did see
To guide the hand,
Would trace
With gentle touch,
The lines
And curves,
That shape
The contours
Of her face,
While in his soul
Where love endures,
Limn so the form
In consciousness,
And so a place
Wants fix the way,
Finds to embrace
A lucid picture
Means to stay…
He needn’t eyes
Nor even words
To hear her heart,
Tell of the place
Where feelings start,
And see her face
Thus so beyond
His eyes had gone!
Perceived humane
This being said,
You may by now
Question believing,
The taxonomy
That implies
Man human,
Tho judiciously
We’ve come to know,
With wisdom
And much sorrow,
‘Tis a fallacious term
To deem man so,
That which cries out
An idiom mendacious,
For human-cum-being
Be the product
Of a dissimilar germ
Fixed with misnomer,
A cant to obscure
Man’s ugly deeds,
Who masquerades
An idiomatic fallacy
As human being,
Portrayed decreed
Man noble mortal
Of mankind per se,
This most inhuman
Of earthly beings!
Ambivalence
Be inconvenient
For one so alive,
Ever mindful
Of how to survive,
In a world that awakes
To finally decry
Man’s self-serving lies,
That masks his deceits
Which can unearth,
And duly imply,
The dubious girth
Of his arguable worth!
Poetry on a Canapé 