“ A Vertigo State ” ~ of imbroglio ~

Haltingly I advance, 

With anxious strides

Somewhat askance,

When motion bides

To find me suffer,

Life’s equilibrium

Has near gone adrift…


As tho in a trance

In a vertigo state

Of imbroglio,

I reach to survive

Only to recognize,

A world dehumanized

By man’s indifference,

That exhibits alas

A self-serving egoism,

And ultimate reality

Of fellowman’s apathy!

“ A Matter Of Time ” ~ age ensures ~


It matters not

Young minds

Be muddled

In bedim matter,

Pap if be told

Be less than bold

But a short time,

For soon ensues

The fated trigger

Of full-term old…


Alas that play

Will find its way

And so intrude,

To nudge you budge

Tho somewhat rude,

Meant best to loose

Your garrotte hold

On fighting old,

And start to taste

Its wine’s allure 

As it unfolds,

Which age ensures

In a matter of time!