Feels but a ricochet
Hurdling every way,
Bounced around
With growing rancour
Obliquely rebounds,
Made seek proper anchor
Wants hold ones ground,
While life impacts
Man’s reckless measures,
Of greedy need for more
Wouldst force impose,
The unsuspecting
A said like thralldom,
By designated elects
Who falsely contrive,
They’ve ruling rights,
On we, the gullible advocates!
The have naught, ebb
With life a tragedy,
Trapped in a web
Of apathetic reality,
Man will so scheme
Endemic of betrayal,
To attain his means…
Ergo haves, we may agree
Live pithily said comedy,
For they especially
Of careless objectivity,
Destine their domain
In animate fantasy,
Suffering not inequity
The while feign humane!
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!
Will we hence find,
Else ne’er know
To tell ‘tis time,
We’ve need to slow
Man in a hurry,
Or soon be thence
When far too late
To tame this state…
Yet should one hold
Clocks be set bold,
To fix the pulse
A slower rate,
For all to move
At homologous pace,
Mightn’t we discover
One another,
Thus man in a hurry
In a tranquil place,
To finally face
He is doing us in,
With reckless haste!
Poetry on a canapé 