Boundless said free
Tho man soon found,
Ways to get round
Freedom he’d born,
Hence so to barter
For fistful of coin,
As greedy kings hold
Land’s realm be soul,
If crown be in peril
Man too has a role,
With boundary control
Of guised reason to war,
While yet he’ll exploit
Thru profiteer knaves,
Who’d whore any border
For all that says trades
Of whatever man craves,
Within the free boundaries
Thus till believed freedom,
Holds sovereign no more!
Memory ah memory
Where did you go,
Must you now hide
To forsake me so,
Or could you not bide
Memory ah memory,
That we end side by side!
Gradually he fades
The while his shadow
Reaches to evade,
A place he’ll inhabit
On the requisite day,
Though seen surreal
He means find a way,
Past the darkness
Of an endless silence!
The while I live,
Teach me how
To do without,
If life dictates
Blind be my fate,
Ne’er to see you
One more time…
Teach me how
To do without,
If destined so
To suffer deaf
And cannot hear
Tho you be near…
Teach me now
To do without,
Afore I reach
State of forget,
Thus to endure
Held grieved regret,
Thru precious days
I might live yet
So teach me how,
I am to do without!
In the beginning
Declared alive,
Tho not forever
We’re to survive,
Nor be the wiser
Save few clever,
Saw worth persist
Embrace alive,
Subject decides
Goals not forever,
Bids why so devised …
Thus man’s mind
Of tenacious bind,
Aims fashion delay
To a shortish stay,
While not eternal
Seeks fix revision,
To alter ways vision
Life sees road’s bend,
Might find sidestep end!
man’s ever ludicrous dream
~ A Hyphenated World ~ held fitting guise
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Years dying away
Some of living’s best,
Yet far too many
Years full of life
Aversely put to rest,
In the ensuing dark
Leaving held memory
Barely time to wrest,
From obscurity’s quest!
On any given day
Thru jade green eyes,
This tabby silver grey
Kaspar finds a way,
To feed his lofty size,
As last of litter’s late
He’s instinct wise,
And each needy day,
He’ll ne’er hesitate
To best accommodate
His territorial play,
And will nevermore
With his regal sway,
Be but the other cat
Nor want consider aught,
Have less than a fair share,
That needs consume the lot!
ode to Kaspar our other Maine Coon cat..
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