“ The Fox ” ~ in inhuman state ~

I am the fox

Who goals survive,

Through foxy guile

And wise mind gate,

But to remain alive

Man must with haste,

Shed inhuman state

Of failing world’s fate,

He unwittingly devised!

A Reclusive Being – in a despairing soul –

 

‘Twas a story above,

Composed per se

In false sense of love,

Though unwittingly so

As a reclusive being

In a despairing soul,

Sadly failed seeing

Might find indulge,

An impassioned role!

“ Uneasy Tolerance ” ~ of apotheosis ~

 

You eagerly listen                                                 

To words aimed true,

And without doubt

Of integrity,

You can but hear

A voice at odds,                                                        

With opinion other

Than its apotheosis,

Evoking ambiguity

Adversely indecorous,

For so expressed

Oozes unfair

Lulling unwittingly

Uneasy tolerance…

 

Devoid of empathy

Words imparted

Be cause to reason

Narrative wanting,

As thus implies

Delusive motive

Of such invention,

Seeks to disguise

The malfeasance

That be the cause,                             

Of uneasy tolerance!