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.
Why is conception creating
and death destruction?
If one was to reverse this order of life
would it be obtuse or astute?
Reviewing descending order
will examine this construction,
looking further into the truth.
If life started just after death
born an old body and failing health.
As years retreated
old bones became more limber,
each day that passed to become stronger.
Year by year would go by
bringing youth and vigor never to die.
Then would come childhood then infancy
and finally back in the womb.
Then from here it comes full circle
back to the tomb.
Before conception and after death
brings us all to the same rest.
So we see our answer
to our initial question.
Death and conception
both creating and destruction.
The origin of life and death
spawning from the same mother.
An everlasting ceaseless cycle
like no other.
With each lunge, a shiver of fright,
Labored breaths as I drift through the night.
Uncertain paths, blood that boils,
No savior in sight, love's endless toils.
Runner, keep running, nowhere is safe,
Deep in the forest, a shadowed place.
The past looms close, pain unshaken,
Flee from myself, I am forsaken.
Isolation whispers, calling my name,
Deep down, I'm still afraid of the same.
Afraid to love, afraid to surrender,
Troubled to be, and troubled to render.
Flashbacks silent, sights seen by none,
Where shall I find a safe place to run?
cuckoos chirp sweet with nightingales
scent of cosmos in sun clad vales
coral, turquiose, deep purples...
nascent senses waft in circles
ceaseless gleam, the Cosmos entails.
We bereaved-
Loved our child since she was conceived.
Doctors declare she was diseased.
We sneezed and she was seized.
It’s hard to breathe; I don’t know if I can proceed.
They say I need to grieve.
It’s just too hard to believe.
Cancer is a thief.
I have only one thing- a guarantee that she received peace.
Forever will l squeeze, that her pain was eased.
Carmen is free, indeed.
Your vision is delicately illuming the edge of my mindfulness.
A significant pondering in the lucidity of my spirit otherness.
Leaving me with a grin in the corner of blissfulness.
Had been enclosed by the heavenly palms of awes kindness.
I was stuck in the previous foggy musings of loneliness.
Showers ran against the early window shadowiness.
Like blooming buds were spread to catch the lights noblesse.
Like angels, our spirits are carried over the clouds of softness.
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Written: August 22, 2021
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the cry of a hungry child
a desperate mother's sigh
a weary world's incessant why
no answer from the sky
None Are Immune To Ceaseless Ravages Of Time
In vain we beg for that which once we had
Things Time destroys with its whispering ease
Sometimes its destruction is not so bad
and at others, ones best gems it will seize.
Time eats away as a ravenous beast.
With cold indifference, on all it feasts.
In eager youth we are too often blind
To wicked hands of invisible foe
We deny its bites with inventive minds
Using our dreams to alter life's true show.
Time eats away as a ravenous beast.
With cold indifference, on all it feasts.
Realization comes one fateful day
we wake to see Time's long, razor sharp teeth
bitter fruits of it having had its way
seeing graves of those its laid underneath.
Time eats away as a ravenous beast.
With cold indifference, on all it feasts.
R.J. Lindley, Sept. 4th, 1988
Rhyme, ( How Time And Fate With Heartless Ease Destroy )
Blessings from God granted with love and grace
forever grateful whatever we face.
As one is trapped into the Whole Heart Web
self and soul in a ceaseless flow and ebb.
Beauty and beast in fairy tales have peace
tender and tough feelings, no life of ease.
As rocks, into the heart, bring nature’s wealth
flowers magic in prairies not in stealth.
What is in your life a rock and a root
give one's all to merit, the gem, and suit.
Journeys into Life just to taste and Be
growing with Light and bittersweet honey.
As Nabis impassion hearts when they preach
the reed enchants avid souls beyond reach.
April 13th, 2019
At home your mind falters and
tugs at you.
Dragging you to a desolate
place,
A place you know too well.
In that same mind, lies the
answer.
The answer to the faltering and
tugging.
At home you feel your alone
You feel your abandoned by
those around.
You feel your left behind with
noone there to confide.
Noone to share what resides in
What seems to be a boundless
mind.
One that you prefer to be aloof
One that you prefer not to
treck.
A mind that you loathe more
than its opposite.
Too much desolation, too vast
yet too void.
Void of what keeps you rooted
when at home.
Void of the ones refered to as
confidant,
Void of the ones refered to as
friends.
A void you try to fill ceaselessly
But you fail; ceaselessly?
As I sit here, the world tumbles along, like a tumbleweed, persistent, never ceasing, and sometimes without purpose,
At a glance, dry, thorny, a vesicles for nothing and no one, carrying forgotten destinies to the ends of the known universe ceaselessly,
But, as I sit here, I take a second look, and find not tumbleweed, nor forgotten destiny, but a monument,
A monument of past lives, accomplishments, failures, imperfection, love, harmony, war, scandal, persistence, struggle, a monument of unspoken depth, speaking of the human spirit,
Vandalized though it may be, passed by without a glance at times, but ever present, reminding us, that life happens, and that existence is a struggle,
But it persists, ceaselessly, and will last forevermore until the end of time, to the ends of the universe, unceasing, bearing the mark of humanity, and still we struggle on..
- Trey Capello
A youth unbowed by failure's storms
Upon this world still roams,
Hoping to cling to the prospect of uncertain chance,
That dwindles as he continues to grope in trance,
Veiled from him what tomorrow may birth;
The unpredictable turns of this heathen earth.
Vowed to chase the dancing sight of fame
And ignite the long dead flame
That men guard against rekindling,
Yet must needs be lit within an inkling.
And that young man is I so downcast and desolate
That to the world came I rather too late,
When men had among themselves shared all
Leaving the world a bereft hall,
Devoid of fame for the young,
With no single melody unsung.
Yet it shall never stop this ceaseless chase,
Till heaven counts the last of my hectic days.
I can feel blades of steel tearing deep into my soul.
Yet no blood pours out of it and still it feels whole.
It keeps existng, despite the waves of terrible pain.
As my eyes flow like the waters of a monsoon rain.
There is nothing that I can do to end my ceaseless torment.
Except to prostrate myself to God and truly repent.
Ceaseless Orbit
Never a pause
In the fluid motion
Of the electric world
Everything from emptiness
Nothing is all we are
But we are still made
Of stars, you and I
No such thing as
Yesterday; tomorrow’s
Promise is ruined by
The eternal present
When life’s flimsy mirage
Is consumed by time
All that is left – if
Anything is left at all
Is the memory of
True unfettered ecstasy
Eternity is found in life’s
Orgasmic moments.
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