“ Of Skeptics ” ~ cryptic seed ~

‘Tis but the hand
Of skeptics,
Would impart
Their cryptic seed,
That germinates
Its sorry feed,
Said instigates
Worn pessimism,
While in the face
Of man’s betrayal,
Stirs cynics wide
That so impedes
Ones trust naïve,
Thus to deride
Man’s consciousness
Of earth’s demise,
Who callous to amends
Suffers life’s fleeting bide!

“ The Dark of Limbo ” ~ begs a morrow ~

I reach for her
Tho well I know
‘Tis but a shadow
I shall find,
I call her name
And hear awash
Its echoed sound
Implying limbo’s tide
Has carried it beyond…

In shades abutting dark
I barely see her face,
As I endure await
An end to limbo’s fate,
Thus beg that morrow
Finds an escape,
Where she may reach
The end of sorrow,
Beyond the dark of limbo!

“ Uncertainty ” ~ a state of mind ~

Be reasons fraught
Of matter not forgot,
That perches now
Upon my brow,
Hiding mind’s frown
For it so sought,
To not have caught
Reflections of a sort,
Memory so defined
Meant for abort,
Best left behind
As be points mute,
To image words
Would substitute,
A state be mine
Ceased to give weight,
Upon such thought
Found to provoke,
Beyond the where
Resides no hope,
And self deception
Ignores one heed,
Life breathes uncertainty!

“ Obsessed ” ~ a fearful bent ~

He runs to flee
The feel of death,
With a fearful bent
Fixed on his breath,
No doubt be spent
On a hapless plight,
Spinning out time
Thru day and night,
Desperate to shed
What blurs his mind,
Held be fixate
He must so mend,
Before it’s past late
For a dispossessed,
Who so condemned
Must live obsessed,
Save he should find
Plight’s end in time!

“ Starting Again ” ~ in congress with time ~


Starting again,
Ever more passionate
For wiser than then,
And sure to have grown
In congress with time,
As now understand
What perils be mine,
No matter the round
And levels that bind,
Or whatever the risks
I reach to embrace
Then bear and grin,
And hold to the pace
Without giving in,
So clear of mind
Find venture of worth,
Nourish the design
That begs start again!