I am loved
For I do not knoweth
I look everywhere
But I am left empty handed
Like an empty soda can
Every time I look
I look in the wrong places
My soul drains down
The overflowing sink of emptiness
That devoirs it
Hungry for more
When I stop looking
And actually think of the
People I have taken for granted,
I realized that
There love is genuine
I look up to the Lord most high,
Looking down below,
right back at me
I realized that I was never alone
When times were rough for I was always loved
For my God always
watched
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 13
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Heartless It changes its head from time to time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
Emits bizarre noises most smooth or clever
Through mouth-pieces that spin words sans sense nor rhyme
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Drops never to sleep for fear of the neighbour
Has its eyes and ears peeled open all the time
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
Devoirs people kept under threat of hunger
Deprives them of human rights and over-time
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Drives the sick into secret service gutter
Who then justify wars and villainous crime
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
Loves to strut on World Stage bonhomie player
While backstage lights the fuse Guy Fawkes failed to prime
The State’s then some kind of delirious Monster
Ultimate machine waging wars forever
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Oh, duchess when you ascend your neck
To scrutinize the skyline
Were you aware that you could discover?
The very marvel that for years you so yearned?
Oh, duchess did you think it feasible
That you could matriculate the novelty ‘tis amour
Did you?
Open your eyes alluring one
Shan’t be a reason to averse your devoirs
though you must dismember all that bleeds
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