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!
I yet agnize,
The voices
I still hear,
Their faces
I might see
As if now here,
Of people
Who now gone
Feel ever near,
Thus to compose
What had become
Of yesteryears,
Reminding me
Of what was dear,
But time alas so chose
Those yesteryears,
Now fade from clear!
Anxiety clouts
When doubt
Evokes find
Man inclines,
By and by
Gone awry
As in decline
Of viable mind,
Perceiving not
His impeded lot
Be in state supine,
For his world
Now out of time!
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,
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
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
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
Disappear,
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!
A world I roamed
I hadn’t known,
Shaped memories
Of places dear,
Like ancient Rome
And mysteries
Of Tangier,
That reached beyond
A musing’s home,
Dreamed petit môme…
Now should I aim
Trip far from near
Caducity I fear,
Errs view erase
As if time passed
Best blur its face,
Save then again
I should be lured
By nomad tastes,
To roads unknown
That lead to roam!
I might’ve listened
To my other,
The one inside,
Who chose bother
Act from within
This mortal hide,
To field the whims
Of reckless touts
I foolishly decide,
Whilst I ignore
Pernicious glitter,
Bound to ensue
Rents of flicker,
Amid dead spirits
Who seek solace
From things bitter,
Having believed
Choices be shrewd,
Instead of listening
To my other,
The one inside!
It may well be
A state of mind,
While I wait
A place to find,
In just debate
Where we incline
To so admit,
We be the authors
Suffered create
Ego’s unfair myths…
Yet hope within
Coils to inspire,
A hazard share
Of ones chagrin,
That fosters claim
A measure fair
Of forgiven sins,
Thus dispels bane
The while I wait,
For mind to regain
What once was lived!
Poetry on a Canapé 