On a spiritual hold
Borne of believers
By traditional bold,
Be of meagre ethics
Held mystic of old,
Suggests invocation,
Said for nonbeliever
Be an offer of thanks,
In words that declare
An ever sober prayer…
Hence has us wonder
If sufficient be there,
Despite mans despair
For life giving water,
And breathable air!
There is a bend
In every road
That lies ahead,
Which I envisage
Observe in time,
As gods but lend
A meagre shade,
Of fleeting instant
Said be a lifetime,
They hypothecate
Up to ebbing tide,
So make ye haste
For one more taste,
As life pulls nearer
To its fated last reside!
In a vicious sky
I persist to fly,
In spite such rain
Has wind feel strain,
And clouds
Hang on a string,
Fixed to a heaven
Of Beelzebub’s reign,
Though but a dream
Of eerie things,
Poetry on a Canapé 