Thursday, November 30, 2017

Trailing tranquility, and how ...




The need to feel wanted
 Is imprisoned within me
Unlike a canary in the cage
I can’t sing to be free

I am drowning, in not, some
body of water or whatever
But, in the deluge of thoughts
Them, I am unable to dissever.

The fire of spite that burns
Around my clueless existence
There are those that insist
To revel in continual resistance.

Surely my souls can hold
To the many outside blows
Just enough to endure until
I can overcome the throes

A dose of reality



It is the beautiful season of joy
While not a scrooge, I don’t
buy this temporary pseudo ploy  
to make life become bearable.

There is no permanency
Everyone gets by somehow
A complete lack of pertinency
With that of abject reality.

But is it all one looks for?
A brief reprieve of sorts
From the tedium, they abhor,
Just enough of this for a jolt.

The toiled stupor is shaken
And, renewed are the souls,
Everyone is ready to awaken
And, get lost in the grind.

The cycle goes on in a loop,
The hordes are survivors
There are the others who troop
And, make their own path of joy.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Coveting calm


I wish to be free of

all gnawing worries

I wish to wake up

sans the deluge of regrets



I wish to not bend over

feeling inadequate

I wish to feel full

and content with me



I wish to let go

of all the sadness

I wish to breathe

in pure and simple joy



I wish not to crumple

under pressures of life

I wish to live in calm

each day afresh