Always remember
When the bolder strikes
When the wind ravages
When the smoke engulfs
When the crowd surround; the savages!
When the sun rises
And the moon sets
When a father beckons
Or a  lover’s affection ebbs
Control is with you.
Not chance, as such
For that belongs to lady-luck
Control, I say it once more
For Him to hear
With a grin, so it’s made clear
Not said in jest but sincere
Control: the language of the soul
That which keeps man still
In the eye of the storm
Control:  what separates man from beast
The secret to being content
And avoiding misery
Control: His greatest gift
Neatly wrapped, hardly touched
Forgotten by most, if not all!
Control: man’s only commodity
Always sold!
Never owned.

Anger festers like fire
It’s grows higher
With no escape
In contemplative silence
I wait
Eternal the feeling
There goes the ceiling
Windows hot to touch
No end near
Temperature rising
With an end not enough
No cry for water
No protest for it to stop
I let it burn
Till disfigured
Till completely engulfed
A horror of my making
A self inflicted forsaking
Aching for a breath
A mere puff
But I let it fester
And conceal longer
With not much but a smile on face
Cracking wise: a court jester
All teeth, no tears
All jovial, no sighs
To live another day
Reluctantly alive

Psychosis, tis the diagnosis
A pocket full of pills chill symptoms
Alleviate prognosis
Unless situation heightened
Then increase dosage
Hoping for calmed silence
Beauty stroke solace!

60 sunshines, 59 nightfalls till I face the day
40 topics held in to regurgitate,
**** and span for the marker man to give a brother a break.

Wait, I ain't done
Got anxiety about two more chores in head
Not to ***** and moan but *******
Getting tired of this ****
What's the point to push if you don't know where to go
Blindful blissful ignorance?

They say, and you go.
What subject?
What ever is most respected.
What job?
What ever brings financial comfort.
What about this?
Nah, you ain't good at that.

And so you sulk ever so distracted
Hearing the drip drop taps, splat on to the sink.
The metallic ting of the radiator reverberates as dormant inner silence sings.
Forever more.
A didactic sore for the ears,
Apologies in advance,
Though regardless you must hear it.

Never run to please others
Rather, focus and listen to the deep.

My attire, flyer than a kite
Bellowing higher
Floating, but ******
Sober, I'm told
The only state I'm in
Ain't about sin
Just a means to avoid
a loose mind
Of a multiple kind
Where happy and mad coincide
Follow me through the workings,

Go inside.

Where the mood pendulates
side to side
With reckless abandon.

Manifest in a man
To have childish tantrums
Self righteous in  his self deprecating anthems
To spring one's phantoms alive.

This, I strive to evade
I hide, but to save
No one else, but me.

Everyman for himself!

The mantra (sadly) of anyone seeking to be Free!

Last day of college.
The world around her screams in glee.
Almost oblivious, they all frolic.
Momentary un-lock of commitment;
Summer's come.
Energy's residue; heat; young sentiment.
The centre piece, just for the hell of it.

Though detached she is.
Flung in her own, she reclines.
Where Time holds her still, to nourish
And throw away when it decides.
Where enough suns have fallen for the tarnish to be justified.

Can you blame her?
Who else can one find.
Where the one attached has withered and died.
For that is love;
An inexorable tie.
A close trust.
Founded on the lie of an eternal bond.

Where the soul is gone
And all that is left is the tune, the song.
The Melody, the beat that repeats on and on and on
(You must be creative to be able to move)
That's what love does

I do not sit idly on what could have been
*I stay forever on what was!

Autumn blue
In summer green
Sun glistens
Heat; tungsten hue
Street bustle
Inner hustle
Love flourish
No tussle.
No tie
In angst
I strive!