“ The Search ”~ for a credible man ~

We search for ways

Tho seem in vain,

Yet we’ll holdfast

To end man’s bane,

Would so engage,

Hence find disarm

A darkening rage

In a world insane,

The while ignored

Efforts that contain,

Threats to survival…                      

 

Alas beg commit,

Said altruist hand

Be of requisite fit,

Held tenacious bold

Cast in the soul,

Of a credible man!

 

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“ The Book ” ~ of blank pages ~

A book in search

Of giving birth

To pages blank,

Hopes but record

Views so composed,

With words’ accord

To author predisposed,

Might ease the way

That dare initiate

A scribe’s want say,

Upon a virgin page

Empty so, intimidates

The while a book awaits

Words chose breathe life,

To uninhabited blank pages!

“ The Search ” ~ for who I be ~

 

Need I pursue

This search

For therein who,

Assume I be,

Thus when in fact

Said a reflection

Of what I see…

 

Must I so find

A valid line,

That reaches

Neath the outer

Of my being,

Hence to explain

Be but thin gain…

 

Shall I then fix

To understand

What purpose

So commands,

This searching

For the real me,

Tho assumed be

The whom ye see

Be so of held validity!