Silver on glass, it interests me not
That you can make judgments on images
I care nothing about recognition
Neither do rank nor hierarchy move me
Do you think you reflect deeper than I?
When she looks at you, what do you show her?
Does she see, in you, her own true feelings
Or just the face that you want her to see?
Me? I see something that's quite different
I see beyond her skin and through her smile
I see her yearning heart and cries within
I see ties that bind and those that fetter
Her real beauty I see (clearest of all)
I see she in whom I truly believe ~
Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.
Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.
St. Stephen’s College.
Plagued by agents of disinformation,
smearing objectivity with a spoof,
as if a lot of followers equals confirmation,
a lie told often enough becomes truth.
Rumours of the Swine and depopulation,
aliens, free energy and speculation,
aur silence and tolerance bring ramification,
we need to stop for a day of contemplation,
it does not take long to realise who control’s each and every nation.
Beneath the facade of illusion,
the puppet master reaps with his confusion.
WAKE UP...tick tick tick... ... ...
Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk
a shear blade stricking sheet metal, ka-chunk.
Cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink, cah-tink
a press pierces, notches and holes, cah-tink
Cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom, cha-boom.
Breaks form ninties on a blank sheet, cha-boom.
Zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit, zzzizz-zit,
The welder fills open corners, zzzizz-zit
Ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh, ssz-oowh,
A band saw cuts through copper tube, ssz-oowh.
Whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whirrr-fha, whrrrm-fha
Radial saws glide through steel rods, whirrr-fha.
Ka-chunk, cah-tink,cha-boom,zzzizz-zit, ssz-oowh,
Sounds of industry in a plant I know.
They call my home the mountain state
Though, also has many large hills.
Crazy curves that swerve sway, around.
Slipping sides of the roads do show.
These may be negatives to some.
However, deliver such sights
The glorious colors that flaunt,
During all the seasons that live.
Mountains stand tall over the hills.
Foliage of every hue,
Wooded centers flow all over.
Nature abounds gloriously.
West Virginia hills majestic.
Almost Heaven, they say, so free.
Had free verse been particular back then-
when storylines equipped by vivid spells,
ajudged to having made attempt prevails;
my hafting to - was just a case of when.
Acknowledge it a threat to self attain
an attitude towards the free flow stem,
the lunacy was, 'there we go again',
against my better judgement, most of them!
I made the first attempt of speaking out,
outrageously in quirks of biff or buff,
what polished work of art shall be without,
a form or two, but moreso, bits of rough!
I hasten word to say I told you so,
but form for me is, sure, it has to go!
Beauteous mother earth
You have followed the tradition
Mother that hath given birth
Raising us well was your ambition
Holding my hand through the hardest of transitions
Sleepless nights we made unnerving
some of our escapades taht seem shady
For all the love and care, we are undesrving
As a suit of armour it is your fashion
In wild unknown country, y ouve reaped and sown
Working to the bone
Nurturing this disastrous weed into a flower
Memories of the past
Cut knees, celiac disease, screaming please
Although I do grow fast
No matter my age
In my continuous book of my life
Words of wisdom you shared are imprinted on the pages
How to be strong in a world full of strife