I’ve sought living
Years moreover,
As man’s dream
Be time wanting,
Leaves me plead
Ne’er be enough,
Though I concede
Years so far lived,
Holds clearly best
Be time life gave,
Save so ascribed
A morose grave,
As destined site
Fixed be man’s fate,
Thus beg stall plight
For score or more,
Before the dark,
Becomes eternal night!
ode to friend Basile, now in eternal night…
Once errant knight
I journeyed bold
To the edge of life,
An untimely spirit
On a world in plight
Now in endless dark,
With anxious mind
Renders so eager
To leave behind,
Seen odious times
Wants ne’er more suffer,
These ominous flights
They’ve made of our world!
I am the crow
In a grave
Dark world,
A soul in plight
Black as night,
Forced to soar
In a dying light,
On weary wings
And failing sight,
Yet made suffer
Endless flights,
Looking for path
To freedom I seek,
While agony looms
In this wasting meek,
Who’ll suffer hell
Or fly with the devil
For a ray of light,
That shows the way
To end this journey
In the dead of night!
I hear a cry
Tormented so,
Tears by the by
Do leave a wake
Of such dismay,
Mind has need
To find a way,
If but to still
A distant voice,
Its waning words
In dismal plight,
Wants restore whole
Thus begs relight,
Man’s dark lost soul!
I am the crow,
In a grave
Dark world,
A soul in plight
Black as the night,
Forced to live
An endless flight,
Looking for a path
To the freedom I seek,
As anxiety nears
This wizened meek,
Who’ll suffer hell
Or fly with the devil
For a ray of light
That shows way clear,
To end one’s journeys
In the dead of night!
Poetry on a Canapé 