“ Man Shapes ” ~ extant state ~

I see man shape

His self-decline,

Tis no surprise

Wants to escape,

This baleful bind

Free of bent state

Of herculean find,

His legacy spent

Now so apprised,

Suffers implied

Thus to surmise

Intervention failed

We’ll not survive,

His egoistic whims

Shaping our extant state!

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“ A Woman’s Mind ” ~ discerns neath the surface ~


There’s a place
In a women’s mind,
Has visual acuity
Which envisions,
The innate grace
Of another’s face,
Neath the surface
Of a ravaged hide,
Discerns axiom’s bide…

‘Tis said her insight
Detects beyond
The fated decline,
As seen thru her eyes
Points to hindsight
That enables obscure,
The scaring havoc
Of life journey’s tour,
Save lives within
Speaks clear of time
Marred by chagrin,
Finds actuate her acuity!

“ Reflection ” ~ of man in decline ~

 

I look thru panes

In timeless settings,

Of windows framed

In their reflection,   

By spirits fashioned

Of unworldly landscapes…

 

There I detect

A man, tho but a spec,

Reflects in decline

A wary face

That could be mine…

 

As I look o’er

Thru delusory panes,

I can now see

That empty face,

Of wanting features

Be man’s reflection,

All but erased!

“ Mirror, Mirror ” ~ off my walls ~

 

Mirror, mirror

You’re still here

Tho need be gone,

And off my walls,

As afore long

A wistful state,

Will soon befall

We potentates,

Narcissistic all…

 

Mirror, mirror

Disappear,

Your reflections

Now but smear,

Thus evermore

As useless gap,

To camouflage

My dwindling sap,  

So mirror, mirror

Room or hall,

Quick now damn it

Off my walls!