Labels
Of design fables
Be latent oubliettes,
To cover flaws
Meant to forget,
Thin façades
Fixed to disguise,
The reality
Of devious wise,
Designed to cover
Their obvious lies…
Free-ride labels
You’re but lags,
Sad symbolic tags
That camouflage,
To validate
Your trendy state
Less than able,
Left to hide
In shadows
Of deceptive labels!
One lives at times
A kaleidoscopic life,
In spite of the pace
That edges on strife,
An inchoate being
Finds worth a taste,
So fancies his stay
He ignores the waste,
And aims not to stray…
Innately deceptive,
Plays a man’s mind
Of fragile compass,
Thus moves thru time
A subject bewildered,
Who tries to survive
A morrows’ circus,
Delivered as bate
Of ominous purpose,
Yet he’ll ruse the gods
If but to perpetuate,
His kaleidoscopic life!
The who you see
May not still be
The monolith
You surmised,
And begs perceive
The elapsed time
Ought not surprise,
That who you see
Be but an outer shell
Etched so by time,
Wouldst bare a man
Of plus score years
You thus now see,
Yet seems to hide
A real me inside,
The while who I am
Matters not a damn
Who I was then,
Should mirror now
The who you find to see!
Poetry on a canapé 