“ The Face ” ~ I see ~

The face I see
Finds a likeness
Of one I know,
Yet ‘tis not clear
What years ago,
Familiar visage be…

Tho beyond score
Plus ten or more,
Enacts days stored
Of steady change,
In time sculpt crags
Upon judged mine,
While a viewed game
Of life’s erratic bane
Leaves me yet doubt,
Held the face I see
Be but of distant mind!

“ A Psyche State ” ~ man finds create ~

Of dubious acuity                           

Be a psyche state,

That lingers not

Past soul can take,

Wanting naught

Of feelings

Nor of thought,

One can but tell

Man finds create

Be a world in hell…


If  suffered reach

This insipid wade,

You’d soon perceive

You quickly fade,

The while you waste

In psyche space,

Man fashioned

Be a barren place!