Tru

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“He found (tru)th in s(tru)ggle”

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Crêtes de clair de lune

Moonlight peaks up                                                                

As two dim arrows cross paths                                 A Milky Way mist engulfs                 
And defiles the air’s chast-ity
Twin lit hollows
Scope the night as it prolongs
The willow tree, in all its beauty
Now haunts for bonds

Chilly dark allure of sorts
Walk along with heads held high
Sometimes as sound slows to a dull
You can faintly hear the wind whistle
A body of water lies awake 
For sleep is not levied
Whilst men of all ages
Stop to reflect, before their taking

Tokens left behind 
On seemingly lifeless plants
True some live much more than we
Short is the lifespan
If perchance discovered
With a candle to light
Doth it not seem treasure 
Left in plain sight

Have at it

Have at it, the course of derail 

Impenetrable only to the naïve
Stick a fork in it, yolk out its ingenuity 
Denial, lifted on shoulders 
Two sizes to small
Rupture pumped veins red-dry
Simplistic, ABC, 123
Rhythm a steady non-discordant
Hefty mind-ogling nonsense
Whisper’d, ear to ear, tongue to tongue
Eccentric, Unique, or downright odd
Life’s many clueless ventures
Flicker black & white plainness
Into yellow & orange peachiness
Mute hollow jagged, yet 
The catch is, there is none
All the swirl of letters
Left dancing into the void
Spell, though somewhat
Obscenely R-i-p-p-e-r
Care to Have at it
Repetition duly noted
Calm applause dies out
French leave…

Hello

Hello

How long has it been?
Notice how these days
The majority assigns
“What’s tolerant”

I’m okay (don’t ask)
The less I speak
The louder I become
It’s confusing
Like putting a (?)
Where there should be a (.)

They say (who are they by the way)
“All the answers you seek reside in you”
I’ve dug deep but still can’t tell
If it was just a rhetorical saying
Left to satisfy the truth

Let’s deal with some uncomfortable truths
What is love? What is happiness?
That’s a genuine (?) I don’t know
Maybe it’s because I don’t feel I deserve to
Being your own best friend can be hard too
Noises of time echo louder
Are you ready to join the crowd, yes, you?

Mundane Appeal

I use straws these days

To drink my liquids

Easier on the teeth

Slower the intake, feel fuller

Staring down at my glass

Half empty, half full

Slightly shorter than the pencil

I’m using to write this

But the water it contains 

Drenches my body with Life

So I ask you this

What came first, water or pen?

Change

​​Change as pragmatic as this

Causes centuries to interlope 

Stars to intertwine

Crooked lines to line

Words redefined to suit me
Like the deduction of paintings
Add another cross to the tally
That stands drawn in some back alley

Weak, indecisive, too sentimental
Attributes, which in part, reveal
Like most trouble souls, a fraction
Of some hidden depth ….

Change as implausible as this
Causes doves to hit glass
Reality will settle in eventually
Like a guest unannounced


M.A.D

​You felt it bare 

On nights like this

How can I say

“I’m sorry”

When i’m not

You can’t claim passion

Without fear of pride

We all welcome sleep 

Until it slowly dies

I’m numb to “us”

On days like this

How can you say

“I forgive you”

When you’re glad