A Gathering Storm ~ out of rain ~

‘Tis gathering storm

Of man said human,

Rendered deformed

By duplicitous demon,

Though given be life

As a privileged plus,

Man soon found ways

To turn planet to dust,

Where child eventual

May survive only just,

Thus so but the telling

He’d bow to fate’s say,

Fixed by man’s doing

In orchestrated play,

Distorting life journey

In a world gone astray,

Held to flee or to stand

On a predestined bane,

Of his narcissistic plan

In a gathering storm,

That has run out of rain!

                                                       begs find contradiction in time…!


“ The Dancer ” ~ a devil upstairs ~


I’d know the music

Just by listening

To the patter

On the floor upstairs,

And the pulse

That cajoles her feet

To a mystifying beat,

For she capers

Like it matters

With melodic flair,

In a rhythm she adorns

Be the center of a storm,

Frenzied to a level

That shan’t be mistaken

As a dancer who conforms…


She’s a devil I can tell

As her dance casts a spell,

Thus follow I with ease

If she decides to leave

Tho it led me right to hell,

Just so I can listen

To this dancer’s patter,

On the floor upstairs!