hold me
for but a moment
less the dew
be scarred

for to
clutch me tightly
is to stop
my life

the hop
of the sparrow
that dared to
come near

Harsh geographical tongues,
Set up against the asphalt gleaming in the bright light,
The A Crowd betwixt and between- efforting that cool knowing stance to cover the fear reeked knee **** bloodthirst their inadequacy always spawned.
The B Crowd simpers aghast at what unconscious desires to adopt the life husk of burned out hucksters has wrought.
The sentimental inspector dutifully tweaks the scales so we all have a tighter grasp on true value.
Postscript: Lord grant me the grace to disguise the portentous notions that I am anything other than what I pretend to be...


[Rolloroberson copyright 2020]

Confessor, I am reborn,
Vain with ash and frankincense;
Absolved of my inverted pleasures,
Reconciled to the morality of suffering.

Confessor, I am returned,
Predestined to gravely offend;
Nimbly contrite in my genuflection,
Gracefully weak-kneed in my resolve.

Confessor, I am reborn,
Although aged by my discretion;
Examined satisfactorily by my conscience,
Blessedly relieved through your encouragement.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

They walk in the light
Bouncing, skipping, and jumping along
A smile on their faces
A light shining brightly on them
Glowing brightly
Everybody is happy
Everyone
Happy
happy
happy

Everyone isn't happy.
Darkness engulfs
Starvation
******
Plague
****
War
Drugs
Death
Cancer
So many bad things
and here we are
Happy
Full of sunshine
But what about everyone else?

my mind is a war zone, my body’s shackled to depression
get to know me if you want to but use your discretion
i’ll push you far away and then i’ll beg for your attention-
i’ll convince us both it’s love though you’re merely a projection.

Retention of repetition in modified replication reflects the information of evolution's disquisition demographic disposition to ferry the merry who listen
Psych out the vex and hex the wicked complex
Circumstantial reason in the season its civil unrest
Complacent implications ignited by degradation
The muted separation of lungs and aspiration
A few maybe more to mob the truth be unexplored
Forsaken by tradition of wishing never more
Disputing time and relativity inability to be given free
Verse the heart though be not amazed by the lack or hidden empathy
Commiseration of unmitigated hesitation casting darkness before the integration of our heart is a meager part devoted to the subtle structure of ones nature developed underneath the poise of well built character  to divide and conquer if one were to try and squander the real power and only wander for it's those very same demons of the past that are now used as fuel for the fires of the future. How will you temper the flames that burn so?

Precious little things of life,
little moments we spent together at some point in time,
somewhere prior in our life.

Strange are the ways of life,
since memories are cherished,
moments remembered,
irrespective of the fact that both belong to the same period of time.
Definitely discretion is part of human nature and also part of life.

Life continues along with the same in mind,
moments we spent together at some point in time,
life continues remembering those moments as of now at the present moment in time.

Life continues along with the present moment in time, which very soon will become a thing of past
Life continues from one moment to the next
Life continues from one day of a week to the next
Life continues from one week to next week of same month
Life goes on from one month to next month of same year, so on and so forth.

Life continues
Life goes on
Life remains

The search is for a desire of which once there was a complete desire to get something like this done with regards to what was thought in the mind at that point in time and at that moment.
As of now at the present moment in time in the present, the same desire seems to have settled down.

Definitely time and tide waits waits for none and so does life, which continues to move ahead along with the passing moment in time.

Life continues
Life goes on.
Life remains.
Life follows with regards to what happened prior at some point in time in life, somewhere around in the past.