“ The Mass ” ~ killing of minds ~

Of sanguinary incline

Whole of man be alas,

Found so unreachable

To celebrate the mass

Killing of man’s mind,

Hence to spur appetite

In amount meant bind,

With ferocity held light

As to scorn mindfulness

Of insatiable self serve,

Tho it destroys mankind…

 

Ever wile inner monster

Of man readily persists,

In fixing soul be blind

To his power gone amiss,

Yet demands full assign

Of his tempestuous controls,

Tho man’s dead mind matter

Ignores a bent reach for disaster!

 

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“ Bonds We Groom ” ~ yet fail find mend ~

I incline to contend

The gods so intend

We’d endure assume,

There’d be an end

To bonds we groom,

With they in whom

Such love might lend,

Live beyond affability

Yet fail we find mend

With true held friend,

Gesture furthermore

With inanimate look,

In lieu of bid to restore!

“ Forget Me ” ~ forget me not ~

 

Forget me not

While I am here,

Tho when I’m gone

Know I inclined

To be far more

Than but a figment

On your mind…

 

Forget me when

Any trace

Of an embrace,

Seems to vanish

In the hazy mist,

Of a  last kiss…

 

Forget me then

As so you must,

To thus so reason

I’m out of season,

But forget me not

For just a bit,          

That you find fit,

To deem recall

My once the while,

Repentant smile!