“ Man Without ” ~ presence of mind ~

It matters naught

What matter lies

In mindless man,

So wait we skeptics

For presence of mind

Of another mankind,

Than Orwell’s

Big brother,

Watching we others

Turn cynical fodder,

Awaiting risk’s druthers

Save that of held thrall,

Or googling snoop irresponsible!

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“ A Mask ” ~ for my mind ~

 

Be no place

Worldwide

One can hide,

When locked

In the eye,

Of a brother

Said big,

Cyber spy

To follow

We fellows,

Begs time

Knit façade,

Held a Mask

For my mind…

 

Fit disguise

Will so bide,

Gist of me

To stay free,

Camouflaged,

Need not flee

As privacy be,

Mine decides

I stand free!

 

 

“ The Big Ride ” ~ probing, eventuate by design ~

 

So many journeys

Taken in stride,

Till one then trips

To board that ride,

The biggest of all

We’re held to abide,

No taciturn choice

Needs one decide,

As set in advance

Be so the big ride…

 

Alas that big ride

Has a one-way tide,

No toll be owed

For use of this road,

No special dress

Or particular mode

Soul needs address,

For it to fulfil

What destiny fells,

As indicative knell                                                                           

Suggests the arrival,                                                                  

To nirvana or hell

Thus end of the line,

One can but now tell

Be the big ride’s design!