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.