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!
As I await
Familiar faces
I stray not far
Of wonted places,
For I so dread
If should I roam
I’d find them gone,
Or thus alone
And in their stead
Be grim spirits
Want fuss my head,
The while I linger
Hopeful to find
Life beyond time,
Whereas I’ve still
The strength of will,
To join held gods
Who laugh at fate,
As they so celebrate
Careless of time,
In timeless state!
Give me love
Just a little,
Till you know
I won’t loose it,
Take your time
While you muse,
Shall we dance…
Tell me when,
Be your feeling
To declare,
That you care,
In the interim
Shall we dance…
I’ll be there,
If you choose,
To embrace,
We can share
What you feel,
For the while
Shall we dance…
When propitious
For love’s season,
Be fates chance
Held be reason,
Love means stay
Beyond grey,
Take my love
For we shall dance!
Poetry on a Canapé 