Why did man ignore
The decomposing shield,
Earth’s ozone door
From which behind
The sun inclines,
Till given chance
Will cook your mind,
And with more time
He’ll have you fried…
Where are the keepers
Of once perfect earth,
Deaf to despairing cries
For a world built on lies,
Conceived by profiteers
Forcing us to hide,
In shades of emptiness,
Soon to live in shadows
Too close to dark’s abyss,
Where man has lost face
And mankind has no place!
You’ve lived so far
Being who you are,
Enjoyed the road
That life bestowed,
So why pursue
A search in vain,
That may not reach
To cause explain,
Holds you’ll discover
Where bides the other,
More real than be you!
I can recall
Most anxious
To grow tall,
With each demark
Tattooed the wall,
Showed short to tall,
But failed display
Beyond that wall,
Of what import
Likened to mind,
Fixed wise be mine!
They’re indifferent
To maladroit
And sad misfits,
They who torment
Though ne’er admit
The malice they inflict,
In a so beguiling way
They’re bothered not a lick,
To exercise their pitiless wit!
Memory, ah memory
Now cause for woes,
Has turned tormentor
And wretched close,
Alludes suffers bleak
This recall once bold,
As mentor grows weak
While in vain I yet seek
Tho memory goes cold…
Now who’ll replace
This recollect trace,
That I may survive
The far reaching void,
And reason with time
Holds sane my mind,
Though the memory
Of memory once mine,
May well ever be gone!
I incline to contend
The gods so intend
We’d endure assume,
There’d be an end
To bonds we groom,
With they in whom
Such love might lend,
Live beyond affability
Yet fail we find mend
With true held friend,
Gesture furthermore
With inanimate look,
In lieu of bid to restore!
Relentlessly I seek
A gathering of words,
Starting at the peak
In a harmonious wake,
To provoke mind
Reason to shape,
A pictural define
Musing means to word,
A render, wanting to be heard!
It matters naught
What matter lies
In mindless man,
So wait we skeptics
For presence of mind
Of another mankind,
Than Orwell’s
Big brother,
Watching we others
Turn cynical fodder,
Awaiting risk’s druthers
Save that of held thrall,
Or googling snoop irresponsible!
I might’ve secured
A guiding hand,
Help spare endure
Suffer be damned,
Holding eye blind
Flouting scant time,
Averred be wrong
Stresses my mind,
And likely as long
As fate be inclined,
Till life fades away
I’ll taste of it wise,
As will time I so wrest
From whatever be left,
Of a meagre short stay
Held tallied in years,
Yet seems to last but days!
Poetry on a Canapé 