Epiphanies

ABTRACT:

An old journal entry of mine (18/12/2012) explores, rather mournfully, if there are defining moments in one’s life. To (painfully) quote;

 “Deep in the abyss it seems that no matter how much one persues and analyses the past, not a single defining moment can be found. Was it this, or that? Then, or there? So, you are at a loss. At which point did it all go wrong? Was it the decisions made? People met? People lost? Were those moments of self-discovery, perhaps ill-timed? Ghosts, voices that will not fade, and scars that will not heal haunt us all. “

 

FULL:

http://www.uncorkedwords.net/articles/epiphanies/

 

 

Remember

The sun disappears,

Remember the moon phases,

All life one day ends.

For more:

www.uncorkedwords.net

Remember

The sun disappears,

Remember the moon phases,

All life one day ends.

Kit

ABST: A modern view of wildlife,
A kitten left alone.

http://tinyurl.com/gr6gvd8 

Delays

My life a novel tale of sorrow days.

A solitary cigarette flame to life,

Awaiting the end of this profound malaise.

 

With emerald visions of perfect ways,

A fiend searches for a rusty knife,

My life a novel tale of sorrow days.

 

So, surrounded by books in which to daze,

An escape planned, as I fear the strife,

Awaiting the end of this profound malaise.

 

In torn velvet robes to the skies I gaze,

My executioner plays an old fife,

My life a novel tale of sorrow days.

 

A mistake, an err! So let me rephrase,

The crescendo signals the afterlife,

Awaiting the end of this profound malaise.

 

A train forthcoming with lengthy delays,

A trail of dust accompanies my ways,

My life a novel tale of sorrow days.

Awaiting the end of this profound malaise.

Stars

The sky above bears fruit,

Berries so sweet and tart.

All meaning becomes moot –

As it tears us apart.

Trees

Sun burns my being,

The trees whisper carelessly,

Of this life, I tire.

The Lark

Dismissible decline and lasting tannins,

No nature to dispute and conquer.

We idle on stately affairs and matters of fact,

History has contrary ideas and prepositions

Sorrowed breathing and salty eyed beast,

Dazed and tempted by further blemish.

Static lapses of noble discourse

Many memories, always too late,

Bearing scars upon the liver.

Wait in queue, they will see you momentarily

Neglected to buy milk, but filled roses to the brim.

How crimson eyes disguise the sun,

But look, the lark flies on