“ Border of Extant ” ~ upon a genuine human ~

We walk about

Held be human,

Allude forever

To so function,

Claim a stance

Above another,

Borders extant

Far from other,

Of mortal man

Said corporeal,

Having a mind

Debatable real,         

Tho often time

Musters appeal,

Of tilted regard

That fail conceal,

His soul’s discard

Hides there upon,

A genuine human

Nigh wholly gone,

Reached near extant

Finds robot for his pawn,

Till swallowed as its servant!

                                            

                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

       

 

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“ If Life Should Be Forever ” ~ might this hold being free ~

If one could live forever

Might this hold being free,

Or confuse so the measure

Of a wishful thinking spree,

Else be of bent mind clever

The while deny bid’s plea,

To objurgate a moot debate

On life spans short decree,

By the gods of fixing fate

Who exact this mortal fee,

On mankind destined state

Beckons thus eternal sleep,

Tho beg delay expiry date

We’ve to exit existence’s keep,

Lest this life should be forever!

 

“ The Dark Side ” ~ of man ~

Of man we hoped
While we ignored,
The dark side
Of this being,
Thus would suffer
His betrayal,
Whilst he misused
Our naïve trust,
Hence so bestowed
He’d fail be worthy,
Held higher mortal…

Granitic he levels neath
The surface of intent,
An immoral creature
Of life form pitiable,
That but abuses
The innocent beguiled,
Fellow mortals
Who for the while
Find this being,
A peerless creature
Chosen to elect as leader,
To blindly go on trusting!

“ Ageing ” ~ a mortal bane ~

The world beholds

A budding mind

Of adolescent bold,

Who soon finds

Psyche in a bind,

Needs mortally face

Youth be replaced,

To thus suffer

That nadir bath

On an ageing path,

The apathetic cold

In mortal bane hold…

 

No one be immune  

To this adverse tune,                                                                    

Of fated waste

Etching ones face,

Hence with resign

Aging so awaits

A fitting celebrate,

Where you may find

Me fashionably late!

“ My Other ” ~ the one inside ~

 

I might’ve listened

To my other,

The one inside,

Who chose bother

Act from within

This mortal hide,

To field the whims

Of reckless touts

I foolishly decide,

Whilst I ignore

Pernicious glitter,

Bound to ensue

Rents of flicker,

Amid dead spirits

Who seek solace

From things bitter,         

Having believed                                                                  

Choices be shrewd,

Instead of listening

To my other,

The one  inside!