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Rebirth of My Rigour and Vigour

Cycles of life stream reams of joy and pain
Alternating nets and magnets of sunshine and rain
Sifting through rest and strain  

When by default I favour a fault
That in my right sense I should halt
Meaning I should let go of the colt

I caress and mount to relax
Despite burdens of the tax
I endure to service the fax

That conveys messages of heightened hope
To bless, stress and trace amity angles of the slope
I negotiate to survey the scope

My love, my faith and my attitude
Scale in a hail of ingratitude
I abhor as to my rescue galumphs fortitude

To cleanse the miasma of despair
In which I sometimes declare
In a rampage as I attempt to repair

The mixed image on the visage
I project in the virtue village
I visit when hackers pillage

My reserves of preserves of humility
Blown, sown and grown with malleability
To prop up ropes I master to the best of my ability

When from despair I cringe
Despite my back swinging on the hinge
Of neutrality sauntering on the fringe

Binge can’t conquer
When hunger, thirst and deprivation in darker
Shades and hues contrasts starker

Than frustration, repression and revulsion dare to wear
In coats and coasts of boasts that tear
At my conscience as chivalry challenges dare

To nibble 
Scribble
Dribble

Past endeavours and labours of disbelief
To sow and throw mischief
On the thief whose whiff and grief

Can no longer massacre
My anger protector in whose acre
Rises my invincible backer to slay and waylay the sucker

Who invades my stamina space
Concealing weapons of disgrace
That float and gloat to race

Away in shame
As my angel and I claim
Their scalps on which I place heaps of blame

To put an end to a shameful saga
Renew and revitalize my vigour
With reborn rigour, so eager for good to augur.

Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018

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