At water break, a wail for dust –
Fate sighs, for jest, has mused a blight,
And gamers throb, in bliss of lust,
Cast brawn and sweat to stoke a plight.
The devil’s kiss, the angel’s tear -
In raging muse, to conform dread,
In caring weep, to rescue drear,
In dance of life to dirge of death.
A throne, to seat the villain heart -
A pad, to ease the saintly knee -
In midst, feet stomp in chaotic march,
To play the mind, to cause folly.
Space, time and rotting starch –
Smarmy! The lucid platitude –
Heaven and hell, wait post the purge,
Sharing, man’s … inexactitude.
Categories:
inexactitude, death, life,
Form: Quatrain
years of inexactitude
towards you
followed by
years of perplexing ideas
and working on as such
as us
never away from you
because
you've always been there
when the times that feel
impossible
are what i remember
as too much
love
once we forgot
how we stood
i remember
again
i know this feeling
the light comes in again
we speak lightly
as the
love
makes me smile
my mind cannot let it go
love ya
miss ya
please come and speak
to me
need ya
spilling through the roots
of someone else's
dimensions
again
my heart is a jesus spelling
through and how
and
where did we go
Categories:
inexactitude, adventure, allegory, animals, art,
Form: Free verse