“ Another Thought ” ~ said be lost ~

I’m aware

Of a thought,

On the way

Said be lost,

A dark day

In ones mind,

Gone astray

Afore it did bind,

To thence root

In apposite intent,

That mentation

Gives adequate vent,

Might have wrought

Inspire another thought,

Restive it ought not be lost!

 

“ Frustrations ” ~ a taste of limbo ~

Said to describe

Sagacious scribes,                                              

A sorry carcass

Frustrates to contrive,

Yet means survive

To thus achieve,

The while sauces sin

And regurgitates

What he sucks in,

To satiate ones taste                                                   

By feeding every whim…                                          

  

Save frustrations

Be constant threat

To ones resolve,

With words akin

To be so wrought,                                                                              

As to be limboed      

In a dead man’s lot,

Robbed of musing light,

To write in mindful state

Of scribe’s relentless chase!