Mouths hang lose or are shut tight.
Wisdom or folly are on a combat,
And there can be but one victor
Nothing illuminates the actor
Than the word of their mouths.
Fools drool thick froths,
A particularly nasty sight,
Should they, worse, be arrogant.
Few words say much, later,
For even they that utter,
Are judged not by what they said,
But by what they did not.

I looked up yonder in wonder,
A philosopher said wisdom came from wonder,
But I am not even close.

The way of life keeps winding,
And though my soles keep grinding,
It is still hard to make much sense.

In comes what ought not,
Out goes what I'd rather keep.
And as I follow haltingly after them,
Life is all along happening without pause.


Good is an ultimate. a superior,
Life is good.
Living life should be an end unto itself
Or should it?

When was the last time I thought I heard that voice,
The ring of it definitely shrill in my head long after,
No other sound could find space.

There it reverberated for hours on end.
Not irritating, it was just a ring,
the same way my alarm goes off to awaken me.

Here I sit undecided, how different would my life be,
Were I to heed the call?
Dreams rush past my closed eyes.
How I wish I could be what I always want to be!

The sorrow of unfulfilled dreams is the wealth in the earth,
Buried for all time, never to see light of day.
A wealth of no import or honour to its holder,
A waste.

Here I sit, wanting to rise,
The weight of my own helpless condemnation doing me in
Where is my reprieve?
How do I know when my time is come?

Time and chance shall happen to all as they always have.
I shall be found right.

See the pain in his eyes as he stares into you.
Searching what cannot let you understand,
Steeling his eyes without fluttering.
It is not a coldness he has against you.

See how dry his mouth runs,
Still no water will make it right.
Seeking, probing with his tongue,
It is not thirst that plagues him.

See, because you truly can,
Settle down with him,will you?
Severe him no more,
It is excruciating what he has borne.

All he has ever done was to love
He loved you before he loved himself
You were so warm, so cosily warm
He would snuggle deeper,
and you would gasp gleefully
And that was a heavenly couple of months

But then you took a look at him when you could
And resented him that loves you with even what he does not have.
All you have to do is say "Yes,Son," when he calls you next.

Silver linings glimmer when the light is dimming,
Darkness seems anxious on the periphery then,
Rushing to cover the beauty that has been,
And shrivel all to emaciated thinning.

Should the premonition the thought of the future steal the present?
Is this not a call to fulfillment? The fullness of life?
That we savor her rations by the day?
Shall we weep for an unknown cause?

My cup is filled way over the brim,
For the beauty I have known,
You being a part of what I have seen,
Is the brightest light beam.

I loved it not when the bed grew cold
Birds chirped no more and their delight fleed
Day became as night, dark and forbidding
Mystery wrestled my mind restless
Around me, movement ceased,life ebbed away
I felt the breath fade faint
A joy departed never to be enjoyed
the stillness of it unsettled the springs of fluid drowning my eyes
and as the torrents cascaded, a trembling hand reached up.
But the deep called after me also
It held a gift to unravel
Scared and scathed though I was,
I somehow had to win some bread
With each step there grew greater uncertainty
I keep trudging on...
Scared.

Up high, high up,
everything seemed tiny and mute
the thrill of it did not fool,
for soon, and sooner by the second,
a landing was imminent.

It could have worked, you know,
the fleeting ecstacy of the carefree.
The illusory warmth of comfort and no tomorrow
It could have deceived, pleasantly.

Sorry the rosy picture of thoughtfulness
mature sense of responsibility
Laudable accountability
could not have been more misleading
To paint it thus.

The circumstance was too severe,
there was no mistaking reality for as long as a second.
Death was too close at hand,
Living dead, no less.

Away with consolation
Away with wishful thinking
Away with hoodwinking
Awake to life and reality.