A fleeting gift
While unaware,
The innocent
Evolves impaired,
As impotence
Offers till then,
Brief liberty
One lives in bliss
Of ignorance,
To adolescence
When time states,
Life’s baggage
So accumulates,
Thus having felt
The telling kiss
Of omnipotence,
Obliterates recalls
Of innocence,
Made destined to be lost!
In this life’s space
Ebbing morrows
Be soon too few,
For day’s burn pace
Gives barely time,
To thus reach live
Your share to find,
Afore night is effaced!
The death of youth
Be not easy
To grasp as truth,
Destined must
Be so replaced,
Rendering thus
An altered state,
Though dispiriting
As youth’s fate,
Means be alive
If not beyond,
Ineluctable demise…
Hence youth’s adjust
To deal with age
Be hardly just,
Made so compose
With dwindling days,
When point but reached
Life’s ordained way,
Be yet blurred concern,
To grasp the death of youth!
A singular solitude
Having solo latitude
Of empirical hermiting,
Seeking that reclusion
From dubious vicissitude,
With inherent aptitude
Tells of yesterday
Ignoring deliberately
Much of times way,
In indulgent sociability
Held be but child’s play,
Of post adolescent curiosity
Disadvantaging possibilities,
Of vital vigour, and vivacity
Crossing into adult’s hood,
That may well invite solitude
Of a more discerning attitude!
I still see clearly
The laughter
In her eyes,
Oft times
Meant but to hide
The anguish
Felt inside,
Or hold back
A mother’s tears
When in its stead
A warm embrace
Would take the place…
The while unknown
Her sheep said black,
Set to make tracks
Upon a world untried,
He’d soon discern
Life’s perilous facts,
Bids not an easy ride…
When he awakens
To look back
On years ago,
The lines of colour
Have so blurred,
He barely sees
The faded image,
For what he’d lived,
Be but reflections
Left in a changing eye,
Time now finds to obscure!
Life tends imply
It be no longer,
Than a wink
Or a wave goodbye,
So reach to think
Of years lucent,
As time wears thin
And soon be spent,
When soul therein
Suggest ones done
From life now spun,
Hence without fuss
Foster what ye must
For one more time,
Thus so to reinvent!
The die was cast
We’d live a time
But could not last,
In this world stead
We’d pushed so fast
For life ahead,
That might’ve been
What so misled,
We’d end beyond
The too far past,
To fix the wrongs
Of what we’d left,
Thus so chose blind
And visionless,
To what man blurred,
As legacy of cries unheard,
For that of a dead grey world!
ode to man’s final legacy
Sun rise
Or sun set,
Dark eyes
Seek to hide,
Held upset
Under guise
Of surprise,
Finds a place,
Said disguise
Of refuge inside,
An expression to bide!
Now you’re here,
Tho far too soon
You’re gone,
Leaving no reason
To the surrounds,
Save suggest year
Had but one season
Rather unclear,
Seen fulltime grey
With baleful demons,
No longer able
Kept at bay,
And so fate chose
You disappear,
To not extend
You suffer appear,
Another morrow’s day!
What will be left
In retrospect,
Held be my world
Of living things,
Unenviable at best,
Since we allowed
To risk their nest,
Piloted by men
Of gargantuan rapacity,
Apathetic to amend…
Thus for unwary child
Who finds not heed,
How will he survive
Man’s destructive seed,
Souring the air he breathes!
Poetry on a Canapé 