Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied
Upon furthermost the distance between us elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those inkblack nights
In dewfall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots
As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you dId not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled dissappears,decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ...
So still your body lies
Categories:
forebearance, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Often bullied, more often tried
In darkest hours, never cried
Endless encounters with hope died
On steepest odds, yet never shied
I welcome abuse, give it your best
Hunt like a dog, squish like a pest
All this while, I take my rest
Until forebearance comes to test
For then, you must answer for your screwing
Ponder upon all of your doing
Ignorance is bliss, so is your unknowing
Where I shall take you, no one loves going
Do not take me for where I lie
For my colours deceive the brightest sky
Your pestering shall render your end nigh
(Be warned) There is more to me than meets the eye
Categories:
forebearance, imagination, loss, parody, satire,
Form: Light Verse
Hope cradles for its faction ~ nest
the will to live, a place to rest
and age disciples, as is blest
while dreams recycle, best by best!
Yet through some ministry's ingest
a truth survives, not counterfeit
that time is not the combing's wrest,
but faith's forebearance adds the tress'!
Categories:
forebearance, seasons, time
Form: Monorhyme
The path has already been layed down
albeit with multilayered shadows
layed down and lit
by previous
seekers of truth
their imagination intertwined with
sustainance
providing fodder for their souls
these seekers of truth
uncoiled their tentacles of knowledge longing
bringing to their open mouths
images that are written
molten words that
are tasted to digest
and senses that are felt to experience
we be brave seekers of truth
you and I
although sometimes lost in the forebearance of our mothers and fathers
we still persue ourselves within one another
throughout paths in how we are being as we
touch reality
and confirm illusion
while uncovering the reasons to be.
Categories:
forebearance, mystery
Form: Free verse