Chasing the unforgiving cruise of fleeting years,
I dash at lightning speed hoping to apprehend
Slowing impediments and crippling fears;
Fettering setbacks that arcs of successes bend.
And I know not if I’ll at last prevail
Or shall to failure’s claws succumb;
But whether I will excel or dismally fail
I’ll keep trying till all toil’s rewards come.
Chasing the unforgiving cruise of fleeting years,
I dash at lightning speed hoping to apprehend
Slowing impediments and crippling fears;
Fettering setbacks that arcs of successes bend.
And I know not if I’ll at last prevail
Or shall to failure’s claws succumb;
But whether I will excel or dismally fail
I’ll keep trying till all toil’s rewards come.
I’m not your typical invitation
Please apprise me of your inclination
Don’t you dare pretend
Or else I’ll apprehend
You! ~ and hang you by your subluxation
—Praesens, Expenditus, Absolutus—
Chronos coils like molten aurum through our grasp,
its heft cognizable only in the pulse of Time.
No antecedent lends credence, no futurity preserves;
the contemporaneous alone adjudicates its coin against our marrow.
Respiration becomes legal tender; heartbeat, the irrevocable contract.
Each gaze, each gesticulation, a transient negotiation,
flaring and collapsing like ephemeral markets of umbra
we cannot master, only apprehend.
We discourse in fragments—chronicles of hours and quanta—
as if the ledger of existence might be reconciled.
Yet the cosmos remains uncounted, its obligations
inscribed in luminance and silence, trembling in its own shadow;
And in that tremor, we are born, spent, and unmade,
clutching the coin of now in trembling palms,
investing neither in timorous regret nor avarice,
for the treasury of eternity resides exclusively in immediacy.
Once the convulsion subsides, stasis returns.
We stand, unborrowed and unbought,
observing the inexorable flux of aeons,
and apprehend: naught endures save that which is expended righteously.
What went wrong?
Why the fury
And tempestuous storm
The destruction
And watery death
A watery calamitous agent
What was it for?
Born and Unborn babies
Great Generals
With potential destinies
Flooded out hurriedly
Technological advancement
Could not apprehend your design
Typhoon Ben
You Succeeded
Men were carried
Like leaves on water
Houses were swept
Like pebbles on a floor
Your watery muscles
Wreaked Pains
Involved groans
On the populace
In a split second
I thought I saw you grin
Why the grin
You need recognition
A notorious one
Like a wave
You came
And returned
Typhoon Ben
What went wrong?
Why the fury
And tempestuous storm
The destruction
And watery death
Typhoon Ben
#Mme
Wells of my heart are ever flooding, ignite in me never cease to lit, greatness and gratitudes forever apprehend my reactions, to cloud 9, expressions in me, trigger rockets in my heart, feel ruptures in me, cracking and leaking self control, running loose, uncontrollable.
I am talking about a WOMAN, Statue of my soul, this hope in my breath, reason I live. Please don't cut my wings nor control my adrenalin, here I'm absorbed, by gratitude and overwhelm. I'm drowning in tender, motherley abstract sooth
I'm talking about a MOTHER, my MOTHER, blade holder, asegai of my amour, my survival, piercing through my thick and thin, casting stones of my better livelihood, like creation, remaining absolute to my being. PLEASE! GOD, keep her for us, we, her son's and daughter's, flesh of her flesh and bones of her bones, the pulse in her heart, that echoes in our strength, humans we are, reflections we are, her body that nurished us, forever in us, she lives, in dreams we share, common bond of our birth, we are commended, by God and heaven. OUR MOTHER! Mme.
#Poetic_Ink
send a message…….
send a message saying…make it make sense.
send a message to comprehend.
send a message apprehend.
then again….
the message is….what was it …..send it again.
clarify what was meant.
explanations….? intent?!
…..message sent
Syretta
At ten til two, some lie awake,
Attending too sighs we ruminate;
Ten and two, love drives to where sunlight hides and waits,
Yet in pursuit, nights erode of what chance may make.
Amending truths our tomorrows wake,
And then the soon borrows the hours late.
Despite red moons raising tides like fate,
Attentive proof reminds of the coming breaks.
We can never know of what tomorrow craves.
Certainty can speak with gentle lips, for words to slate;
What more can 2026 be other than its falling flake?
Rationality adores the harvests they slickly take,
And arrogantly still, I feel tomorrow's grip ought to be sold a bit too late.
’Tis but another tomorrow that hides among many tricks, where ideas apprehend our stakes.
It’s with hope that follows the light that empties their mix, so plans can lessen the opaque.
While tending to sleep to grow the want to wake,
Let this be proof to find of what I may create; I can shape.
The new year is all but a day, and with love I plague every chance I’m given to make new mistakes,
And of the new choices yet to decay.
2026, I have hope for your ache.
My arm I extend across to you toward the other end, will you hold my hand?
My heart writes songs for you, are you going to attend?
My eyes speak to you, do you comprehend?
Forgive me, I did not intend...
To my wounds I shall tend.
You were a dream, but I was one who could not apprehend.
If you watch any animated episode,
you will see me beep-beep down the road.
I can run at a great velocity.
Nobody will be able to catch me.
While I move, I feel quite happy.
However, I have an adversary.
The joker in question is that coyote.
He tries so many ways to apprehend me.
The way I run, that will never be.
‘Treasures of my heart were scattered to be lost when heart was broken’
-Poet
Leading life with my broken heart
On your reluctance I am hurt.
Yet my door of heart is not shut.
Cool calm colourful soft serene
Pure holy humble heart of mine,
yearned for your heart to entwine !
With dreamy desire I expect
In future, you'll reciprocate :
May happen soon or may be late.
Yet some day you must show your love
My broken heart, you may observe.
You will admit what I deserve.
What you feel or think about me
I can’t apprehend, I’m sorry.
To accept me or not, you’re free.
Sweetheart, though my heart is broken,
Dear, always my heart is open :
Any time you enter my zone.
My heart is broken, I love you
Heart is aching, I am in rue.
Yet I can’t say ' Adieu '.
The river holds within it
a channel for bygone moments,
as if all that was
will be its movement
into tomorrow.
Below the darkest sheen
an ancient starlight glows, and there,
long drowned ghosts dream.
Under a slow flow the moon swims up
to gaze upon its pallid face,
where far above it glimmers.
I feel the tendinous silt of my life,
see my coming and going,
apprehend my shifting shores,
in the long nights tumbling flood.
Out in the cold
Excluded by a former friend
Out in the cold
Betrayed for silver coins when sold
A deed I could not apprehend
And now perplexed alone I stand
Out in the cold
How important are family and friends,
Times of real trouble the outcome depends,
Depends on the numbers the more we recruit,
Together we help to resolve a dispute,
Our heads put together to plan our way out,
Intimidate the enemy where in with a shout,
We can beat every problem fight to the end,
Our strength is in numbers we will apprehend,
So if you cause aggro in a negative way,
You'll feel the full force as we hunt down our prey,
This is a route we rather not take,
It's never too late to admit your mistake,
Turn it around repair what was wrong,
Friendship or enemy something to work on,
The last few years have been tougher than most,
No one to blame pandemic the host,
A world that's so fragile with a lot going on,
It only takes one nutter to drop a huge bomb.
Line of inquiry
" We look for that light eternal
that doesn't come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow."
Eternal light to enlighten
inert soul staying in deep sleep :
Hidden consciousness to brighten.
Awareness attempting to peep.
Life is displaying a canvas
to paint your art from birth to death
Sincere attention to focus
on purpose of life, at each breath.
' Who am I ?' , ' From where I have come ' ,
' Where to go ?' What happens at end ?
Silent soul remains cool and calm.
' What's after life ? Can't apprehend.
Where is the light that lights all lights
to wake up soul till in dormant state !
But darkness of ignorance fights
inquiring the ultimate fate..
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