“ The Mass ” ~ killing of minds ~

Of sanguinary incline

Whole of man be alas,

Found so unreachable

To celebrate the mass

Killing of man’s mind,

Hence to spur appetite

In amount meant bind,

With ferocity held light

As to scorn mindfulness

Of insatiable self serve,

Tho it destroys mankind…

 

Ever wile inner monster

Of man readily persists,

In fixing soul be blind

To his power gone amiss,

Yet demands full assign

Of his tempestuous controls,

Tho man’s dead mind matter

Ignores a bent reach for disaster!

 

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“ Of The Children ”~ be life’s lot ~

Who are these children

Man recognized not,

Though too be then

But a child fraught,

As adult apprized

More often forgot,

When the more wise

Yet forever the child,

None the less be life’s lot!

                                                                 for my friend Hülya N Yılmaz

 

“ A Different Journey ” ~ started from within ~

I’ve journeyed

Thru a life

Of many paths,

But until now

Had marginalized

Times illusive avow

In future said to last,

That moves at speed

To ever looming past,

As memory goes soft

Aiming to exploit alas,

Where finds one lost

In the fixed unknown,

Of a trip that twists

Over downward

Tilting bend,

Where bedim of elation

Be the road’s end,

In a different journey

Started from within,

Save be a singular voyage

Meant to set free of chagrin,

The while making ones amends!