Round and round in circles

Trapped within our vibe

Never knowing what is real

I need to unsubscribe

But … how to go about it?

De-tangle from our mess

Eradicate The Cavalier … swamped in our sweet caress?

I don’t think that that’s the answer

I want the onus just on me

Otherwise …  

I won’t progress … to a functional degree

That old fickle finger of fate

Ensnared me in its womb

Life passed by

Clipped wings did sigh

I never stopped to question

“WHY?”

Now my pain is open wide

I need to lay me down to die

Softly

Softly

Softly

Teeth clench around our cord

Extraction of my sanity

Will be my just reward

And

As I watch you whither

Stumble

Blinded in the dark

I’ll know the futures rosy

Because …

**I stepped up

I

Disembarked

Perusing poet’s pandemic prose
A question in my mind arose
Angst aside what have they got
Ill tell you friend
It’s not a lot
Excuses for the lives they lead
Plant the idea
Nurture the seed

Willing victims succumb to their charm
Understandingly
Unerringly
Blind to the harm
The harm of a contrived reality
Dressed up as spirituality
Pretence of a world that doesn’t exist
Sensibility shrouded in gullible mist

Hurt worn as a badge of pride
Careful it’s not misapplied
Lest they see your
Jekyll and Hyde
Wary what’s put out in rhyme
Slowly ******* you in
One at a time

Once the carrot is gobbled up
Once they drunkest from the cup
No holds barred
The game is on
Universally singing the same old song

This life I lead has ****** me dry
Left me often wondering why
Life lived only on the edge
Carefully honouring the kudos pledge
Passion intense is
Their line of defence
Bruised and battered
Tattered and torn
Eternally waiting for life to return

So…Readers beware of the poets lure
Their chosen words are not the cure
This Forum is their new aged lair
In shadows waiting to ensnare
Whilst drowning in narcissistic despair

You’re a fragile soul
With a fragile life
And they will wield their pen
Like a well butchered knife

So please… do not believe that you are The One
You are merely a chapter in a story that’s already begun

I am an English teacher. Aren’t I?
Every body likes you. Don’t they?
Or doesn’t he? What is this?
Am I making unnecessary fuss?

You are still the lover of only the class
Will you ever be the darling of the mass?
If somebody knows you, he becomes a boss.
If anybody ignores you, she will be at a loss

You are difficult to spell
The only thing we do is to yell
Your  description is mere hammer
But you have a lot of glamour

You are expanding like the universe
Even a foolish poet like me writes your verse
You are the queen of all speakers
And will surely stay for all ages

Poets are really fools
They always think of others
And want to change this huge world
With their tiny insignificant word

They can never control their emotions
And try to swim like fish in the oceans
They want to cross the nations
And try to create some sensations

They try to fly like birds
With their imaginary feathers
They want to talk about all weathers
Poets are really fools

They want to live like honest men and women
Forgetting that this world is corruption prone
They want  to transcend all barriers
And are  even ready to ruin their careers
Who will listen to their sane words?
Poets are undoubtedly fools