Love,
Be what you sense,
Bowing to your feelings…
Love,
Be dreams
That come to be…
Love
Be thought
Provoking fantasies,
Wanting of reality…
Love,
Be images
Of cloudy definitions,
Coming into focus…
Be emotions
You hope share,
That will not fade…
Love,
By any definition
Be about admission!
The have naught, ebb
With life a tragedy,
Trapped in a web
Of apathetic reality,
Man will so scheme
Endemic of betrayal,
To attain his means…
Ergo haves, we may agree
Live pithily said comedy,
For they especially
Of careless objectivity,
Destine their domain
In animate fantasy,
Suffering not inequity
The while feign humane!
My wants,
More self-indulgent
Than essential
Be dwindling now,
As I compose
To thus appease,
A mind at times
Neglectfully in need…
I’d worried some
Of human habits
I struggle to let go,
This mortal urge
That one so finds
Bent still akin
To Babbitt kind,
The while hardly
Be sufficient time
To nourish soul,
Now meagrely mine…
Hence hasten I
To now replace
All glitters false,
That I may face,
Lest suffer risk
The quietude I seek,
No matter be
This price one paid
Alas to gain serenity!
On day six
The gods did fashion
A creature thick
They labelled man,
Save on day seven
Concept was panned,
As but a failed trick,
And forced to confess
‘Twas their worst yet,
This lowest living form
The world would get,
And gods coined human …
Thus without a soul
Ingredient main
In held man’s role,
Ideated in its stead
Implanting greed
To complete its head,
Yet would err apart,
By the omit of a heart…
Hence till all be dust
This fashioned man,
Be a merchant of greed
Who’d forever fuss,
To feed an inexorable lust!
~ a cry for woman to usurp,
considering man’s record ~
Temperament,
You diabolical
Disposition
Of peculiarity,
Pulling or pushing
Unpredictably,
Confounding
My postulation
Op purposeful state,
I could but hope
This not be my fate…
Temperament,
You an instrument
Of reactivity,
Able to incite anger
In wrathful manner,
Ensue with sorrow
Beyond the matter…
Temperament,
You have me blocked
Waiting in the shadows
Like a helpless hock,
I search where to begin
Wouldst find to stay,
One’s temperamental way!
There’s a look
In those eyes,
So provocative
They mesmerize,
Yet she’s denied
By vacant guise,
What suggests
View marginalized,
For his incline
Be not of accord,
With her bold design…
Tho she leans closer
To tempt approval,
Of her sultry lure,
It fails to entice
His lack of taste
For female delight,
Despite the pleading
That lies in her eyes,
The gods had created
To want mesmerize!
I’d imagined
Feeling free
Mesmerically safe,
From illusions
In shades of confusion…
While illusions fade
In hues adrift
Of our imaginings,
Some adorned
Of jagged thorns,
Veiled in silken traps
Linger on perhaps,
Yet others lie hid
Propitiously borne,
Laudably worth a bid!
Give me love
Just a little,
Till you know
I won’t loose it,
Take your time
While you muse,
Shall we dance…
Tell me when,
Be your feeling
To declare,
That you care,
In the interim
Shall we dance…
I’ll be there,
If you choose,
To embrace,
We can share
What you feel,
For the while
Shall we dance…
When propitious
For love’s season,
Be fates chance
Held be reason,
Love means stay
Beyond grey,
Take my love
For we shall dance!
One lives at times
A kaleidoscopic life,
In spite of the pace
That edges on strife,
An inchoate being
Finds worth a taste,
So fancies his stay
He ignores the waste,
And aims not to stray…
Innately deceptive,
Plays a man’s mind
Of fragile compass,
Thus moves thru time
A subject bewildered,
Who tries to survive
A morrows’ circus,
Delivered as bate
Of ominous purpose,
Yet he’ll ruse the gods
If but to perpetuate,
His kaleidoscopic life!
Idiosyncrasy
Is not problematic,
It does however
Take time,
For its peculiarity
To inhabit the mind,
Of the not inclined
Idiosyncratic!
Poetry on a Canapé 