Stages and steps are the structures of Life’s nomenclature
a little mind isn’t ready to go through its rotating disk,
quick and fast void of much strain, no matter the way
but such an inpatient method carries the most risk.
Building upon contentment to slowly reach prosperity,
such energy is diverted for unholy accumulation in a brisk.
No item is beyond such eyes in need of sedation
the Lord of Moscow fighting to also be the mayor of Bisk.
Possessions beyond reach stimulate more awareness and sensitivity,
unconsciously and rapidly, mindfulness undergoes a frisk.
The unnecessary search for more, never nearly gets exhausting
but disappointment nods, tagging such a person with asterisk.
Enormous wants so large, yet squeezed by the mind and limbs
lands one in a tornado, subsequently throwing everything in a whisk.
Categories:
bisk, character, horror, humanity, ,
Form: Chant Royal
Dark, heavy, layered dreary clouds
Bisk winds whip trees and grass
Cars still here and there seeking
What each home hasn't amassed
Will each home be filled with much love
Or will love, warmth be lacking
No one knows but those there living
Children know the slacking
Dark clouds roll in from the southeast
Filled with ocean's moisture
Will they drip their cold water load
Like tears of lost lover
Categories:
bisk, life, lonely,
Form: Verse