Jun 2016
A WAY TO STAY
Bringing bereavement on ourselves is usually not a subtle step ,more a giant leap into a black abyss
Rarely given a choice so planning is futile , like a novel on a shelf mysterious mood hidden between the bindings
We may be left asking the unknown why has life handed me such strife much left to explore before having deaths Kiss
With all the lessons that have been laid upon us now melded into memory ,can we still be strong with these new findings
Plenty of phrase refers us to having to pay a piper ,mortality & morality often coming to rest on the same bed
Taught to make a path always avoiding the wrath ,Precious memory's are now constructing a solid structure
Beginning as blessed, shown as always better than cursed,evil paths lead to a faster wrath ,increasing the dread
Being blessed often seen as a way to rise over the crest ,that sacrament appeasement for all that may not pass muster
Leaping in light years from soothsayers and prayer , beams and waves ,switches or dials furthering the wait to the graves
Unknown futures not ready to fast forward ,faithfully wait ,set aside living but non progressive finality can become obsessive
Frankness as a point of view comes with experience ,changes subtle or severe forcing adaptation sometimes in waves
many varied Modus Operandi become a fixture when moving outward into time, leaving fancy fables just a real need to live
Playing a game when we already know the outcome ,maybe not the exact spread sheet but still dealt a dead mans hand
Passive or aggressive maybe better to seek a middle ground ,tastes of time, simple samples become like breath as an addiction
Playing our own part in extending our demise is a noble task ,forcing good health, mental stability a great wealth making it easier to expand
Not really pretending we are mostly winning ,just always making adjustments,forcing against the clutch ,we are merely the tenant awaiting eviction. R.C.
Bringing bereavement on ourselves is usually not a subtle step ,more a giant leap into a black abyss
Rarely given a choice so planning is futile , like a novel on a shelf mysterious mood hidden between the bindings
We may be left asking the unknown why has life handed me such strife much left to explore before having deaths Kiss
With all the lessons that have been laid upon us now melded into memory ,can we still be strong with these new findings
Plenty of phrase refers us to having to pay a piper ,mortality & morality often coming to rest on the same bed
Taught to make a path always avoiding the wrath ,Precious memory's are now constructing a solid structure
Beginning as blessed, shown as always better than cursed,evil paths lead to a faster wrath ,increasing the dread
Being blessed often seen as a way to rise over the crest ,that sacrament appeasement for all that may not pass muster
Leaping in light years from soothsayers and prayer , beams and waves ,switches or dials furthering the wait to the graves
Unknown futures not ready to fast forward ,faithfully wait ,set aside living but non progressive finality can become obsessive
Frankness as a point of view comes with experience ,changes subtle or severe forcing adaptation sometimes in waves
many varied Modus Operandi become a fixture when moving outward into time, leaving fancy fables just a real need to live
Playing a game when we already know the outcome ,maybe not the exact spread sheet but still dealt a dead mans hand
Passive or aggressive maybe better to seek a middle ground ,tastes of time, simple samples become like breath as an addiction
Playing our own part in extending our demise is a noble task ,forcing good health, mental stability a great wealth making it easier to expand
Not really pretending we are mostly winning ,just always making adjustments,forcing against the clutch ,we are merely the tenant awaiting eviction. R.C.
