“ Memory Be Damned ” ~ to now but hollow find ~


Fate inflicts grief

As it vanishes memory,

Like a practiced thief

Would rape ones mind,

And so quite wretchedly

Held memory be damned

To now but hollow find,

And ne’er recall again

For wouldst chose hide,

What years made gather

All matter lived inside,

Hence leave me wonder

Where now my words do bide!

“ Life ” ~ seems to last but days ~

I might’ve secured

A guiding hand,

Help spare endure

Suffer be damned,

Holding eye blind

Flouting scant time,

Averred be wrong

Stresses my mind,

And likely as long

As fate be inclined,

Till life fades away

I’ll taste of it wise,

As will time I so wrest

From whatever be left,

Of a meagre short stay

Held tallied in years,

Yet seems to last but days!

“ A Story Of Would ” ~ tired of good ~

 

A story of would

Speaks of a soul,

Said to be whole

Soon tired of good,

So mused he could

Choose to beguile,

Until he’d succeed

To cough up the child,

Who’d fashion seed

Ought turn the tide,

To that satanish spell

Where he might ride

The good’s other side,

So ye cads listen well

To Beelzebub tell

This tale of a ride,

For be damnably wild,

Sure to finish in hell!