” Living Life ” ~ close to the edge ~

 

You feel ’tis habit

After  while,

Tho ambles close

To reconcile,

‘Tis bound to blur

A willing spirit,

Of weak epidermis,

Who’d loathe fit

Living life dimly,

So aims  to stick

Close to the edge!

 

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“ Yesteryears ” ~ shades of foggy grey ~

The image alters

To blur the scene

I effort reminisce,

Yet barely feel

Its familiar kiss,

Brush the mind

That finds to hear,

A voice given life

To what appears

Be now unclear,

Yet distinct enough

To witness thus,

Time’s cruel crags

Sculpt its regress,

Sufficient to recall

Days no longer near,

I’d so held dear,

While time alas chose

I’m to witness its decay,

Turn shades of foggy grey,

Where archives yesteryears!

“ Night Follies ” ~ a chilling journey ~

 

I’ve a feeling I fly

In the dying light

Of a hostile sky,

Ever urging me on

This endless flight,

Be dream er deems

A chilling journey

Of night folly extremes…

 

Nights the like

Emerge but to blur

My anxious reach

For sapient deter,

I seek to compose

To author propose

Held liberal worth,

Of nights to dispose

With merit want spare,

Said weary night follies!