Even when finding
pavement coarse
and street lights blinding
on Life’s course
might as well let it run it’s course
as not much we can change, of course
Carried away by passion: an obstacle to ration
First Humans by God created
but then God decided to outsource
which turned out largely ill-fated:
caused overpopulation of course
It blurred the line
of procreation
would more incline
to recreation
Is the purpose of human life
Mainly to create more life?
Bringing more humans into strife?
Sufferings ever more rife?
Carried away by passion
an obstacle to ration …
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-first humans = here: Adam & Eve
The ramshackle shack emits such pained yack
My poor aging body
a ramshackle shack
Now worn down & shoddy
emitting pained yack
Whenever it moves around
ailments reveal therein
Feels beat down, close to breakdown
that’s life of the has-been
Now it’s only left for us to treasure
how in our prime it bestowed such pleasure
After beaten black-and-blue escape got overdue
Careless years blown dissipated
lived ignorant of too much
Dull days closed down desolated
leaned too hard on booze’s crutch
I kept on churning on shallow laps
around & around & again
’til sounded inexorably taps:
Plainly mundane, nothing arcane!
For true happiness I’d sung in vain
ignorant of another refrain
Dawn finds me, if at all, a mere pawn
Dawn fades in auspiciously
that’s how Universe turns
Doesn’t flow in capriciously
by how emotions churn
How to know this with certitude?
While I can’t know if am I
mere prisoner to attitude
bestowed when, by whom & why?
Surely I can’t be such big of a deal
that the very sunrise knows how I feel?
The rose was a rose not less so while she froze
Imagine how she froze
in Winter’s bleakness faded
a sole overstayed rose
shivered but far from jaded
All comfort she spurned
no longer warmed or fed
How for Spring she yearned
though by then she’d be dead
While this story tragic
shows that anticipation
might well offer magic
short of participation
While hard to be farsighted
about what’s unrequited
Past, please leave me alone!
At night the Past keeps appearing
would it only just leave me alone
but it keeps up grinning, leering
ensuring I can never atone
Its attacks mortifying
pounding unforgiving, searing
Might they be edifying
were I humble & god-fearing?
But what if merely random images
of my youth’s many hard lost scrimmages?
Could God create this mess without the expertise of us humans?
Who can truly believe
something so chilling
that humans can’t aggrieve
unless God’s willing?
Still not even Gods
could create the same mess
as us humans clods
with more to come, safe guess
So when then collapse gets reprised
whom among us may claim surprised?
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-aggrieve = to afflict with pain, anxiety, etc; to oppress or wrong grievously; injure by injustice
-reprise = to execute a repetition of; repeat
Able find peace in ‘any’ place, o yeah?
Claiming peace of mind in ‘any’ place
such silly presumptive prattle
Sure, in sweet cities blessed by God’s grace
be they Stockholm or Seattle
Quite another kettle of fish, uh
if in Gaza or Mogandishu?
Each new moment a bestowment
Now’s the time to be strong minded
While the past always matters
when by flashbacks we’re reminded
we mustn’t drown in its splatters
Rather stretch to our boldest stance
by each new moment’s fraction
we’re offered yet another chance
with short time frame for action
as lessons learnt from the past
rarely are likely to last