5.
Doubtful Decision
Marut, the businessman, wants to go vacation
He now ponders what place in or out his nation
Buys the ticket but decides not to go
Thinks more money to spend if do so
Hour before flight is in doubtful decision.
-01/01/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
Grey specked sheet of sand
Beckons feeble ripples
Afternoon sun enters the argument
Highlighting their warm source
Here the connection is made.
We comprehend the elements
In their scenic combination
Fitting nicely in the field of vision
Except that ragged outer frame
Faded patchwork of dry gumtrees.
So I sense the crunchy chaos
Through my sips of Barley Griffin.
Comforted by peaceful lakes,
Disturbed by discontented swans,
Sunset glides with chilly touches.
Little to be trusted here
Mommy and Daddy did not believe he was magic
So he used his powers, and began to fly
They were less doubtful now
Match so naughty of self calamity,
Alternates modernized tactics of play
Neglecting physical aggression.
Countless clearcut chances,
Impulsively lost to anxiety.
Trying the best possible to weigh
Yoke propelled by GARCIA in depression.
I'm so doubtful right now
So the fort has to stay up
I do see your heart though
It does radiate love
Or so it seems at times
I hear your point very well
You mean every word you say
as far as I can tell anyway
It's just that stench
that I can't abide
This reeks of deceit
I'm doubtful of your intent
It's also bitter to taste
rather hard to swallow
feels a little bit
contrived too, I'm afraid
All these red flags
glaring at me
Got alarm bells
blaring in my head
I'd be an utter tool to
ignore them
My mind wants none of it
if I were to be honest with you
And my heart sends you love
though from a safe distance
I do appreciate
the effort you made
But I doubt any good
will come out of this
Again tonight reality taunts me
I am too timid to entertain my fears
That unspoken and uncertain feeling
Concealed deeply yet nurtured by years
A picture of acceptance have I slowly painted
With placid smiles on skeptical eyes
A pact with doubt I remain acquainted
For promises could be true or truthful lies
Have I lived for love or it lived for me?
I waver between imagination and fact
Often what ought may never be
Am I truly loved or playing an act?
Open Arms...
the words you give to someone, just may be the strength of reflection needed and neither of you even know it....
Unknown territory
This rock
Inside this cage of claws
Pumping red poison
Everywhere in me
Was it a wrong word
You spoke
Your I AM is doubtful
When I am an error
A subtle march hush saddles the valley
whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call
staid water’s brim against ancient galley
once flew the ensign how the mighty fall.
For here she lie ‘o’ top of salty graves
where wretched souls ne’er see another day
their silver horizon the restless waves
that howls the sirens song of doubtful bay.
Long gone the storm the cries of emotion
of those whom hankered for a better life
yet still the tempest doth rule the ocean
to take at will the rights of man and wife.
Gone the prisoners of her majesty
damned to the colonies over the sea
the bay holds no bars grants them amnesty
their spirits to roam the ocean floor free.
There’s no one left to wail or shed a tear
to pen a shanty of that tragic hour
nor weave a poem of hysterical fear
build a monolith a marble tower.
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putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and a somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine
then the rascal walked dizzily
like a mechanic dancer
around the cinnamon circle
right under the scythe
and underwent a severance
the staggering truth was quite vague
then a postwar prelude under the lurid sky
piccolo semitone
sacrament
orchids
silhouettes on a merry-go-round
the jetty broke up
and a castaway went away
right before dawning
beforethe stellar equinox
but journey was a humdrum
with nautical nausea
just a medley of flukes
so we hit the road
on the roof of a magic bus
not just figurative
really peculiar
and finally let behind
all the cold sensations
a marble queen visits
with a priest with no faith
and start gentle mutiny
the celestial journey
is over at ten p.m.
and all we got left
is a sobering lethargy
"Oh, woe is me", she cries again.
Not caring of the carnage left behind.
The utter destruction she so kindly bequeathed her loved ones.
Selfish, self absorbed, oblivious
That is she.
Selfless, giving, forgiving, patient;
There lies the rest of the world.
Everywhere she went,
Like a shattered glass, peices lay everywhere; shiney and jagged
Carefully, the ones around her dilegently tip toe around the remains; broken, sharp.
Ever so careful
Ever so fearful
Ever so doubtful
Doubtful that she would ever change.
~An odd sigh...
~Face to face silence....
~Heed these warning stares....
~Heart taken in dire straits.....
~Across the table, sits the sinking soul mates........
If I hold one mirror to another,
how many times will it double my image
before I get sick
and decide to end everything?
My guess is enough times to carry me
well into my late 30's;
if I keep it up that long,
you better believe I'll be ringing doorbells
and asking for a reward.
No man should be made to live a life
that he himself would trade away in a heartbeat
for a new set of mirrors
and a hammer.
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