“ Ordinary People ” ~ keep planet alive ~

If we’re to survive

Thus on this earth,

In a world less alive

Has need of rebirth,

Be ordinary people

With zeal of worth,

That renders viable

A means to unearth,

Find rescue remains

Save suffer the worst,

Holds be not in vain

Or deride mans thirst,

To keep planet alive…

 

So forego do-gooders

Along with currency,

For self aggrandizers

A claimer’s summery,

Of deceitful attribute

To overlook a history,

Of their evil distribute

Destroying the many,

A concern uninhibited

Held by people of plenty…

 

Alas look for people

Of coordinate kind,

Be ordinary people

With a planet in mind!

 

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…!

“ Realism ” ~ of vague define ~

Why so strive,

Ne’er knowing

If attempts

At realism

Will survive,

Thus so to find

A pragmatic

State of mind,

Treats no offers

Of dubious tempt

Or bleak design,

As sad enactments

Of relics in erst time,

For reality we seek

Ever suffers vague define,

Yet we’ll persist

In spite of every miss!

“ The Beginning ” ~ goals not forever ~

 

In the beginning

Declared alive,

Tho not forever

We’re to survive,

Nor be the wiser

Save few clever,

Saw worth persist

Embrace alive,

Subject decides

Goals not forever,

Bids why so devised …

 

Thus man’s mind

Of tenacious bind,

Aims fashion delay

To a shortish stay,

While not eternal

Seeks fix revision,

To alter ways vision

Life sees road’s bend,

Might find sidestep end!

 

                                             man’s ever ludicrous dream

 

“ A State ” ~ of coulda, woulda, shoulda ~

 

One ought want find

Avoid the pall,

Of a state inclined

To suffer stall,

Abiding coulda

To survive,

A mental bent

Of less than wild,

Thru vacillating

In woulda tried,

Instead of plunging  

Both feet in the tide,

Though ne’er but clear

One shoulda chose the ride,

Save to discover the other side

Of procrastinator’s thin abide,

To suffer coulda, woulda, shoulda,

And thus forgoing the worth while!