Sunday, December 27, 2015

embark

Embark
8-1-13

Embark upon the melancholy
To be an essential ingredient
Of the mind in times of release
Portrayed in music and literature
So that one may let it all out
And silently shout
To write a rhyme of what it's all about
To nurture all of such unbelief and doubt
Embarking on another
Come of my variance of evolving styles
That constantly under the change
Of my capricious chosen compassion that keeps me intact...




Innocuous
8-1-13

Innocuous smiles are emulated
By these pretenses of the happiness we hope to try to visualize
In times of dreariness
Yet we find that the melancholy has its place in our hearts
When Jesus, even he was a man of sorrows
Where innocuous smiles serve as the illusion
For our choice of today's well being
Difficult to be put here into words
Seeing that such is formless
As something to be savored without due analysis
This is my latest thought of what can be
In another day of deep thought
As the medicine ordered by this great physician
Here, Now and today....




Indention
8-1-13

Of my paragraphs indenting
Of beliefs digressing and dissenting
I find my way in praying for neighbors  to find theirs
Coming up on my three years of sobriety
So far, O so successful
expecting not a medal
In that I do it for just the way it is
Seemingly hard to be put into words
Seeing such as the formless
Into the unmanifested of what we cannot grasp
With fleshly senses of paragraphs indenting
And beliefs digressing and dissenting...





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