“ Dementia ” ~ a way to go ~


When time is near

Accretion wants clear,

What we’d so stored

Or kept without accord

In reverie or deed,

Now seeks mnemonic ear

To rule on dire needs

Of memory yet sane,

Soon fated to erode

Endured unlikely road

Ignoring alleged shame

May well be seen a gift,

Said but a way to go

Beyond mind suffered pain

Save be dementia’s frame!


“ Man’s Mind ” ~ of dubious matter ~

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            There are opinions

We can but doubt

What matter lives,

In a dissonant mind,

To evoke positive

Cognitive finds,

Would imply hold

Utilitarian encephalon,

In an oracular head

Brimming with inanity

And social indifference,

Who sadly compose

With cerebrum limits

Of dubious matter,

Spawn of lesser species

That of political venality,

Who offers but despair

To present century fare!


“ One Day Here ” ~ the next not ~


One day here

The next not,

An inherent pull

Said begot,

Has you gone

Somewhat fraught,

Be hardly mindful

Of surrounds,

Fate chose impose

Wills you bound

To board its purpose,

Hence to compose

You hold return

To haven born,

And so arrive

Thus feeling worn,

Tho far from decomposed!

                                                                                ode to Edgar Allan Poe


“ Man’s World ” ~ his 21st century rule ~


What we’ve attained

Said reprehensible,

Suffer man’s world

Affecting all creatures,

Of appetite incessant

In inhuman capacity,

Man pilots a wily aim,

For  insatiate rapacity…


Should you survive

This forced endure,

Of man’s taxonomy,

For failed sane fools,

Whose witless crazes

Of sanguinary drool,

Wants but discharge

A denouement barrage,

With care less penchant

For exercising cruel,

Thus you’ll be witness

As man’s world expires

In his 21st century rule!


“ Mirror, Mirror ” ~ off my walls ~


Mirror, mirror

You’re still here

Tho need be gone,

And off my walls,

As afore long

A wistful state,

Will soon befall

We potentates,

Narcissistic all…


Mirror, mirror


Your reflections

Now but smear,

Thus evermore

As useless gap,

To camouflage

My dwindling sap,  

So mirror, mirror

Room or hall,

Quick now damn it

Off my walls!