“ Conversations ” ~ with me, myself and I ~

I am curiously held aware

Being conscious of converse,

That it’s natural to beware

In an age amorally perverse,

Where humankind despairs

Of conversations so adverse,

Suggesting interest to be fair

Yet holds intent to be averse…

 

Tho it be of and by myself

I fancied be a person free,

That which would dominate

The better part of early me,

Who’d ideate a perfect fate

To fill that emptiness I see,

In dreams imaging a wake

Conversely so I want to flee…

 

Be a time knew not of fast

Nor forcing to make haste,

Or find way to further last

In concert with moral taste,

Whose worth would so cast

The value of contented state,

While forgetting not the past

To help shape avert mistakes,

In conversations that will task

Beyond with me, myself and I!

                                                                         © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ The Sun ” ~ we’d thought forever ~

Why did man ignore

The decomposing shield,

Earth’s ozone door

From which behind

The sun inclines,

Till given chance

Will cook your mind,

And with more time

He’ll have you fried…

Where are the keepers

Of once perfect earth,

Deaf to despairing cries

For a world built on lies,

Conceived by profiteers

Forcing us to hide,

In shades of emptiness,

Soon to live in shadows

Too close to dark’s abyss,

Where man has lost face

And mankind has no place!

“ Emptiness ” ~ of the ill-fated ~

Emptiness surrounds

The weary,

Thus be found

Wearing the face

Found in ill-fated place,

Loosing time’s race

As emptiness presses,

On hapless people,

Whose matter brims empty!

 

“ Silence ” ~ the other side of bliss~

 

Must I forever hear

That willful silence,

Ever waiting                             

For an utterance

That might exude,

A sign of life

In words though few,

I’d endure suffer rude…                                             

 

If dubiety deigns mute,            

Might I propose

Recourse astute,

In shades betwixt

Verbose prolix,

Or emptiness imposed                                                

 In baleful silence…

 

A word I so implore,

Albeit beneath

The aural norm,

Matters not unclear

If but to hear,

Save from a silence

Of gratuitous veneer,

On the other side of bliss!                           ode to PHLOG IT camera girl