I might’ve stayed
To linger here
Another day,
If there be reason,
To suffer yet
Without I find
I’d but survive,
A mindless habit,
Of far too long
Blindly stayed away…
Despite a doubt
I’d boldly chose
To be about,
Thus so to realize
Be the gift of you
Life sent my way,
This likelihood
To now admit
I’d finally understood,
That I be meant to stay!
Be of shame
I wish to tell,
Of a being
I knew well,
Never made it
Beyond hell,
Told be a haven
And his nirvana…
Forced to stay
In Satan’s lair
Suffering dread
In this repair,
And in this stead
He could but plea,
That fellow humans
Be set free
From Hades bed,
This world in ashes
Forged in hell,
With putrid air
And dried up wells,
A world man fixed
To be his end,
Tho he still fends
To find nirvana!
Should you thirst
For time to pass,
That tomorrow
Comes round fast,
Allow I pose
To question
Your unrest,
As to suppose
The morrow
You’ve to live
May be the last,
Thus live it long
And do it slow,
As ever closer
Ever fast,
Morrows do fly past!
I close my eyes
And listen
To the euphony,
That brings to life
A sun filled sound
Wants skirt the rain…
And when I hear
The music flow
So freely to my ear,
Elation but awakes
My limboed soul,
To nudge emotions
Parched and dry…
Thus musician stay
That I may hear you play
The music you so speak,
Would lure a soul
From complacent silence
That renders bleak,
Hence musician play,
That I be once more whole!
Why persist
With nebulous issues
To which commit,
Or self-impose
Injudicious
Constricts,
Likely to entangle
Worthy attempts…
For there’s no panacea
Or magical solutions
That answers all,
Nor twists of fate
Expunging errors
Of naive beginnings…
Yet with tenacity,
The ultimate assault
For self determination,
We’ll disencumber
The foibles from they,
Who mentally cage us…
Thus commitment
Should be primarily
To live life
On ones own terms,
Without compromise
That may so jeopardize,
Our ability to survive!
The ride that wants
To be all tides,
One that awaits
To have you ride
Atop the crest,
And thus in stride
To absolute best,
Suffers not strife
Nor craves a nest
As a place to hide,
And save the rest
Now wearing thin,
Though little be left
Of life’s ride therein…
Hence ‘tis be fate
That offers bent,
Not just survive
But to give rise,
With singular pride
Meant reinvent,
For this ultimate ride!
If I should teetotal
As teetotallers would,
Thus so to foretell,
I’ve no doubt I could
As tassology teachers
Of tea leafers sell,
Predicting a future
Believe they can tell,
That ensues but good
Hence all’s to be well,
Yet having less core
Than cliché white lies
Might easily score,
Crossing ones heart
And hoping to die,
May have more worth
Than rather vague seed
Predicting the morrows,
With hopeless word deeds!
There is a time
Life means reach
The end of the line,
Hence the last day
Destined be so,
And matters not
If rain or shine,
It’s meant to follow,
While every thought
Will be defined
By what you lived,
And that of self
You chose to give,
For in the end
All you now face,
Be the last day
Thus to take place,
A meagre instant
Left of life’s race!
The life I had
Was somewhere
Tween a measure
Of faint pleasure,
And reality
Seen as treasure
One wants hold…
While part blind,
A degree’s worth
Of life yet there
I made to find,
That bent of me
In shadowed times…
Hence so rewind
Meant to inspire
My buried soul,
Reach out to hold
A now sage mind
Wants to live bold,
In that real world
Of the life I have!
In waters shallow
I see a fish fellow,
Eying reflections
Of a lure’s offering
It assiduously ogles,
And wants englut,
Tho chance be caught
In this spring feast
And fishermen’s lot,
When fish ought fast
If they wish to survive,
Thru this one sided plot! ode to Doc MG
Poetry on a Canapé 