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“ Man’s Hold ” ~ means to be fed ~

A singular being
Akin to whole,
Who so composed
Said worthy soul,
Be for man’s hold
Who means be fed
Criteria set at gold,
What he inclines,
Wouldst so conjure
His bidding designs,
So with wile he lures
A yet fallible mind,
However be times
Anguish will sway,
Doubt finds its way
To a vibrant head,
Where fate declines!

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“ If Only ” ~ wishful thinking ~

If only

Wishful thinking

Evidenced an inkling

Of probable reality,

Mightn’t so endorse

That of every wish

Held dreamers,

Be credible of course,

Save the odd amiss

Finds wasted time,

For likely be but myths

Of disquieting design…

 

If only

Suffering wants,

Said wishful thinking

Be thus understood,

One may not opt bidding

For mind game’s likelihood!

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“ Moods ” ~ play one like a fiddle ~

You’re flying high

On a cloud

In a too blue sky,

Then suddenly low

At half past late

Land at hell’s gate,

Yet soon revert

Without you bide

To feel quite pert,

When up down ride

Now finds your mind inert…

 

Fixed on a whirlwind

Of mood swings,

This state of mind

From obsequious smile

To woebegone resign,

Wants but  loose the moods

That plays one like a fiddle!