dementia wields a boundless blight
it strips the mighty of their might -
divests the brightest of their light
and twists their daytime into night
and for what ends, pray tell -
to bring this world a bit more hell?
dementia yields deep, frenzied fear -
makes foreign what we once held dear
and turns each hour a darkened year
with weep that will not cry ONE tear
and for what ends, oh pray -
to squeeze the sweet of life away?
dementia chokes each memory
and drowns it midst a barren sea
to leave a soul, once fair and free
devoid of what it thus should be
and for what ends, I ask -
to gift the devil one more task??
dementia makes the worst of hells
to leave our dear ones empty shells
untold, those precious joys it quells
and deaths of darkness, it compels
and for what ends, is this -
to cheat our last breath … of its kiss?!?
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 26, 2023
Calibrated thoughts, require a stress test
Nous finely balanced, seems level headed
Evenly spaced, til our needle’s threaded
Suggestion feels good, but hard to digest
Fabric lacked substance, loosely it divests
Too good to be true, lies come embedded
Calibrated thoughts
Pattern emerges, brainwashed by request
Repetitious doctrine, substance shredded
Scales upend, exactly what they dreaded
The crap never stops, leaving us depressed
Calibrated thoughts
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10/14/22
In that occult one, the Dark
Treasures put their trust.
Just so the greeds, Hell itself
To lock down entrust.
As Time divests one, with Light's
Scorn-blazing resolve
So Truth, thorn-crowned then haloed
Would those sins dissolve.
Calculation feels cold and harsh
when cash invests and divests
in matters of my heart,
Heart here intended
not a wispy euphemism,
nor a bloodless gutted nonpersonification
for my autonomous left-brain mind
and dipolar co-arising life
of love empowerment.
An empowering mind
fully embodied with win/win gratitude memories,
bicamerally pumping nutrition
nurture
nature's robust elixir,
with stasis a robust boundary
in-between diastatic ecstasies
of alternating full and empty,
with trust and loyalty
through memorized
memed apposition.
To sing accurately,
with predictive calculation,
for my capital-purchased supper
does not invite warm jazz
or gospel improvisation,
rhythmic investment,
crescendo and diminished embellishment,
grand and resonant
regenerative
lively opera,
Contagious organically operating memory,
of and for an improved
and thoroughly enriched
win/win world.
.
My intricate interlacing strokes
mirror the swaying
interweaving
of her skillful dance
She divests playfully
just a bit
She woos me with importunity
yet needs me not
I close in tightly
yet need her not
How faithfully we dance