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Thursday 3 September 2015
Wednesday 2 September 2015
An Unfinished Fable
Left it while I gazed up the stars,
left it where the tides were high,
till the memory made my senses daft.
On the road shunned out and wide.
Left it in a fear unknown,
left it far beyond my reach.
Left it when a light that shone
and made numinous and weak.
Left it in an anticipation,
left it for more and so forth,
Left it in the anticipation,
that more shall come down this road.
Left it for a beginning,
left it for an end,
left it for I knew I could do better,
left it let go.
Left it to pursue,
a dream forbidden and wild.
left it on a trivial thought,
left it on a mountain high.
Everything stopped me,
the universe waved its signs,
I left it for more reasons,
than I could keep in my mind.
Alibis, excuses,
made me forget it all,
what substance, what matter,
there was a start, and an end,
and a long road henceforth.
There’s never a beginning,
that destiny pens,
There’s never an end,
where utopia extants.
Left if unfinished I did,
Left it for a new start,
Now I only keep searching,
where I left my unfinished fable,
this fable of my hermit heart.
Tuesday 1 September 2015
The Chance
A chance I got, A chance I lost,
lost in the fog, of cheats and bigots.
Blindfolded women; and blindfolded men,
follow the paths, of the dead and the blind.
A Chance is here, a chance is now,
get up and say, or sway about.
Questions of truth, die in the lying noise.
Virulity, drains the life, out of the pious.
The chance is going, the change will go,
the chance just strides, away in forlorn.
Lies and cheats, rule the market of doom.
The truthful, the right, scrub their
filth off the floors.
Give the man a mask, He will tell you the truth.
For the faces you see, spread only lies path,
leaving off of their draining youth.
Obsequious and untrue, is every beautiful visage,
meretricious is every object d’ art.
Gone are the days of pulchritude and light,
darkness prevails, and darkness shines.
Tremulous winds, tempestuous tides,
sing the same tune, sheathed in the specious vibe.
Hunger spreads, and hunger prevails,
hope is the mere animal, of a free will.
But he too, is not left in the ride,
gruesomely butchered to feed the ludicrous lying.
The chance has sunned us, for the good,
for the chance was nothing,
But the truth.
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