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Poetic Interlude

  • Paging Ms Time, I have a question for you

    Time, my friend, you have to tell me,

    How is it that you have managed to be,

    By yourself for all of eternity,

    Being solo but not lonely?

    They say you are a great teacher,

    Able instructor but not a preacher,

    Killing students who reached her,

    Most respected of all creatures!

    Yesterday, today, and tomorrow,

    Journeys from Indus valley to Cairo,

    Joy, jealousy, anger, and sorrow,

    Lifetime of emotions borrowed!

    You’ve got such a troll following,

    They are all really just wallowing,

    Trying to kill you with idle rowing,

    Or prostrate with their heads bowing.

    Nobody manages to come close,

    If they can even get over being morose,

    Nobody compares you to rainbows,

    Only think of you as darkness abode.

    You leave behind no descendants, no legacy,

    Just humans following the circle of ecstasy,

    If you were an ocean, you’d be without piracy,

    Or the perfect lover, with no jealousy.

    Give me tips to live through you better,

    Through weather that’s dry or wetter,

    Leave behind no creditor or debtor,

    Your word I’ll follow to the letter.

    This solo journey is quite a handful,

    Before it gets good it’s just dreadful,

    Aging rapidly, I’m just so rueful,

    Staying tight-lipped when I have a mouthful.

    If and when I do learn enough about you,

    I’m not sure I’ll ever be allowed to,

    Pass on the learning like Lao Tsu,

    Have anybody a chance to appreciate you.

    Even so, why wont you just tell me,

    How is it that you manage to be,

    All by yourself for eternity,

    Respectfully solo, but not lonely?


    Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 

  • Of free falling, letting go and silence...

    Oh I can feel as the gravity beckons me, 
    I can feel it's tug hard and pull ever so strong.
    Through each of the mattress, the bed, the air,
    And then finally the earth, where we all belong.
    If it's exhaustion or the moment of truth,
    I have to admit I'm afraid I just don't know.
    Right now all i really wanna be or do is,
    To just not fight it and be one with the flow.
    Ever managed to release yourself from,
    Chains of physical, spiritual or mental kind?
    With assistance of illegal susbstances, 
    Or meditation, got rid of the perennial bind?
    The free falling that musical legends mention,
    And the letting go that shrinks call panacea.
    Be one with darkness and silence together,
    You could close your eyes to get the idea.
    To be in the world and yet removed from it,
    Holds the precious key to my periodic salvation.
    Costs nothing but still returns enormous value,
    It's my most priceless spiritual vacation.
    Ah well, the commentary stops now, for now,
    I'm off to another journey within so deep.
    C'mon, it's not like I'm going to meet my maker,
    Just to the welcoming, rhythmic arms of sleep.

  • O Ball, don't you deflate!

    My rum, my rules,
    My electricity, my joules
    It make me high,
    All I wanna do is fly,
    Of course I'm no butterfly,
    Just finding my life's why.
    In slowmo I can see it all,
    The players fighting; referee's call.
    The cheering crowds,
    And the separating clouds.
    Oh but wait I'm just a ball,
    For a mo' I though I had it all.
    As I approach the ground,
    Stadium errupts; God awful sound. 
    I barely just miss the net,
    That player kicks the air in regret.
    Game went from the red to the blue,
    Collective sigh as if on cue.
    What about me, dude?
    Sure ure being terribly rude.
    As if I have no emotions, my own,
    The Monk, with Ferrari disowned.
    No, no personification there,
    A football has no here or there.
    My time in air was just that,
    Before I eventually hit back, flat.
    Though they certainly hope I don't,
    Don't wanna spoil the game, so won't.
    But what of me, my high and lows,
    Unsurpassable time n rainbows?
    Guess they exist just for me,
    My eyes n my dictionary
    How self deceiving can I be?
    Just like a human, really?!
    Anyway, loved the feel of the wind,
    Until the humans keyed rescind.
    After all this is over,
    I'll be lying like a 3leaf clover.
    Unwanted and ignored,
    Deflated and fatally bored.
    Oh wait, it's my rum, n my rule,
    My story n I can still be cool.
    If not in 'play' then in 'stop',
    Ball would be in air until it drops.
    Story's not over just yet,
    Win or lose, still a valid bet.
    Outside of the rum cloud,
    Wisdom stays and says aloud.
    Float, fly, stay in the air,
    Even kicked, don't be worse for wear.
    When u hit ground, don't deflate,
    End a hero, choose that fate.

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