—–SLYBARD—–"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain UNSOUNDNESS of mind."

My Muse thus guides this feeble hand to con old topics as Swift did in his time; and perhaps I shall be chanced to write much better verse…

Archive for August, 2011

FOOTPRINTS

“Whatever you do in life will be very insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it.”— from the movie Remember Me.

I don’t particularly agree. Every thing we do has an effect and whether or not we know it, that effect can be far-reaching. Question is: What type of effect do you want to leave?

 
 
 
I will not die young-
be like cactus, master to penury,
something where all about is nothing:
devoid of fear and untamed worries,
but no less fickle than this vain earthling;
be like succulent, plump berries,
the hallmark of vitality,
lending rich tastes to whomever ‘merries’
yet courting the end with finality.
For all this lasts but for a while
sure as the the ephemera of youth.
 
 
You see, these hands still won’t help another
to bear the sometimes unfair burden of life;
these ears fear to hear- neither
sorrow nor the cacophony of strife;
and these gateways to the depths of my soul,
the abyss of my being, see but darkness of the engulfing light-
though wide open they still shun their call;
And this heart, this engine of joy and might
burns dark icy fires, freezing by the mile
and sparing no expense to self sooth.
 
 
I fear the end, but I refuse to relent!
I refuse to sow my words to the wind
to be shredded and scattered, carried to nothingness;
I refuse to my mark, my footprints in the sand
to be washed away by the unforgiving, unrelenting tide of time-
to be washed to the fringes of memory;
I refuse to dance to the tune of what is
but to the infectious melody of what can be.
I refuse to die young.
 
 
 
 
 
…………………………………..Mini-anthology: Hepatica…………………………
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