Predictably sure
Be an adventure,
Holds the moment
Brands life’s worth,
To render ones debt
Fated from birth,
As willingly owed
Its requital so holds,
For fixed next abode…
The while one bodes
Time could run out,
Preceding full measure
Of the moment as told,
Tho a trip said life raves
Finds too soon acquitted,
For such an adventure
Whose abode be its grave!
I am the fox
Who goals survive,
Through foxy guile
And wise mind gate,
But to remain alive
Man must with haste,
Shed inhuman state
Of failing world’s fate,
He unwittingly devised!
Of man we hoped
While we ignored,
The dark side
Of this being,
Thus would suffer
His betrayal,
Whilst he misused
Our naïve trust,
Hence so bestowed
He’d fail be worthy,
Held higher mortal…
Granitic he levels neath
The surface of intent,
An immoral creature
Of life form pitiable,
That but abuses
The innocent beguiled,
Fellow mortals
Who for the while
Find this being,
A peerless creature
Chosen to elect as leader,
To blindly go on trusting!
It seems to start,
With hint of impulse
Inside the heart,
Where links ones soul
To body’s rhythm,
When legs cajole steps
To tug at your mind,
Harmonizing in time
How bodies move
With music’s define,
And dancer groove
In and out to infuse,
Ones body and mind!
I am the crow
That was before,
Now made to go
For a last chore,
To find the place
Where I’m to lie,
As will old crows
When time to die,
The while remember
I am the crow,
Who with its caw
Be crow you saw,
Meant let you know
Hunger weren’t lore
Nor presence to ignore,
Tho now be just a crow
That is alas no more!
Fate inflicts grief
As it vanishes memory,
Like a practiced thief
Would rape ones mind,
And so quite wretchedly
Held memory be damned
To now but hollow find,
And ne’er recall again
For wouldst chose hide,
What years made gather
All matter lived inside,
Hence leave me wonder
Where now my words do bide!
Weighing ever so
Has me suffer choke,
With a disposition
Liken to a yoke,
Refusing to give way
While effort I restrain
A temperamental sway,
Begs I plead not in vain
That I may have a say,
In want of serene stay!
Poetry on a Canapé 