Why so strive,
Ne’er knowing
If attempts
At realism
Will survive,
Thus so to find
A pragmatic
State of mind,
Treats no offers
Of dubious tempt
Or bleak design,
As sad enactments
Of relics in erst time,
For reality we seek
Ever suffers vague define,
Yet we’ll persist
In spite of every miss!
Abandoned thus
To absurdity,
The part of me
That did insist,
On feelings
Of uncertainty…
I then relinquished
Conformity,
Once I distinguished
The enormity,
Of life in a mind free!
ode to an awakening…
Privacy be mockery
And illusional fallacy,
It drools suffer fools
Despite their need
Of secure conceal,
With unviable hold
Exacts secret seal,
While truth be told
Spying technology
Of legislator control,
Has this age of ology
Rule even ones soul,
With pathetic assure
Ostensibly bold,
Be political manure,
Of infertile maintain
Who offer a populace
Believing false claim,
Of inviolable privacy!
Perhaps a chance,
Tho seems offhand
Fate offered stance
Made understand,
Meant sway emotive
One more time,
Viewed start again
While fate inclines,
Grants you may gain
That ease of mind,
To give emotions chance
With someone worth,
Expressed at glance
Points to unearth
Courage past mine,
Did find a level ground
For one more time around!
inspired by, thus for MD, the brightest star in my haven!
We followed heroes
That weren’t,
They who sent boys
In their stead
To get burnt,
Maimed, lamed
Or wretchedly dead…
We follow cowards,
Who professed
To undo the mess,
Of affluent power
Held un-confessed,
Orchestrators
Of partisan-fests,
Only to find
They heroed us blind,
To pocket what’s yours
And what’s mine…
Yet we the naive
Follow heroes that aren’t,
Who cause us grieve,
The while charade
Fixing the morrows,
To incarnate their masquerade!
You reach a point
Has you convinced
You’ve done it right,
That you’d persist
Thus without doubt,
Despite held plight
And risk of drought,
Refuses to detract
Obeying ones intuit,
That finds shed light
On wants get it done
With implied insight,
Hence doing it right
In spite of perchance,
Fickle fate chose slight
To state obvious stand,
Bids ne’er a guarantee!
Poetry on a Canapé 