It was where the several stayed the few - they strived to be like those stuck to the peaceful shore who much preferred the sea What part do we mere mortals play in where the others are - the choice is theirs - and theirs alone we see a different star Contradiction lives its life … Continue reading Love grown by design
I travelled so as I could see Destiny proclaimed What I looked like from Calvary Chiding all the while How dare I leave my family home How could I support Loved ones in absentia I shan’t; I would retort Best be lost – away – I say And make up what is gone Silver in … Continue reading A mask gold rimmed and taut
To thine own self be true of thought (Eternity a friend) And through oneself emotively Survive time to the end The end of what – to where; one asks Does it exist at all One looks on high – what’s there but air Before one stands enthralled See not for nought – the … Continue reading To thine own self be true
The teetotaller downed a few beers He’d swill and he’d scull and he’d cheer I walked over, bemused And, oh so confused Said; Reverend, what are you doing here? NB: see https://sensualism.me/2019/08/11/the-limerick/ by way of explanation
I walk beyond the fatal shore to see what gaze can bring and dance like a disciple rescued by the leader’s ring will he answer all my prayers and welcome me to home and be the man I always hoped would save me from alone the wind howls in the morning mist and hollers strident … Continue reading Absolution
Because one said so is it true who else says it’s so – do you because one warrants you agreed who else will agree with thee because one stands tall do you stand too does anyone else stand tall with you out of many, one – (e pluribus unum) – thirteen letters … Continue reading out of many
To reach toward the pyramid Atop the burning light E’er thrust and run and tally – The trepid traveller’s flight To be void of divinity – Subtracted from the sun Brightness dwindles as time allows And peddles thoughts still young Sounding like an orchestra – The music sung by one Though whispering – a baritone … Continue reading The hallowed vest
I stood beside the hand I held And saw it tell a story It spoke of years when time was young And the years in sun and glory It stroked my hair, and with a twist Touched my elbow then my shoulder Romance became companionship As the two of us grew older Sometimes I thought … Continue reading The Hand
Loss Oh, God, What does it mean? Am I alone Yet near, beside The one I thought I’d have forever – Experiences Shared together Now you’ve left For better scenes Still nothing, no-one Comes between The rose and orchard We grew when The garden bloomed – The scent would spend It’s time in what Became … Continue reading Loss
Cosmofunnel continues to surprise. There's the good, the bad and the indifferent. Go check it out here at cosmofunnel.com and see what you think. You might want to start with a few offerings from yours truly. For your reading pleasure (or pain), I list them here. Go on, knock yourself out. Or better still, enjoy … Continue reading Into the Cosmo
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