“ All Roads ” ~ lead to roam ~

 

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!

 

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“ My Other ” ~ the one inside ~

 

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!

 

“ While I Wait ” ~ a state of mind ~

 

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!

 

“ Food For Thought ” ~ saw food for life ~

 

Food for thought

In times of yore

Said life was core,

Hence so man’s lot

Held meant forage

Be his sedulous chore…

 

Though venal man

Saw food for life

In a deceitful way,

Evoking thought

Of avarice gain,

Altered for greed

As man regressed

To lower bane,

Set grow false feed

Of a genetic deed,

While fellowman

Begged nature’s need

Reach deaf politic ears,

And so for life made plead!

 

“ Trials And Tribulations ” ~ of a thousand wingless doves ~

 

There are trials

And tribulations,

From creaking doors

To warped thin floors

In wilted habitations,

Where one beneath

Hears agitated feet,

That prance about

Like an apathetic lout,

Tapping with a beat

Of volume far above,

An infernal noisy flock

Of a thousand wingless doves…

 

Oh blissful silence

Why dost thou forsake me!