Agony of a lost friend.

The losses tug at my heart,

With a force never congruent with materialistic entities.

Even as two replaced two,

Comparison vestigial and always untrue.

The crease created below the essence of survival,

And his continued sustenance of effort to that maintenance,

Never can be begot by penance.

Inducing such short-lived moments, since only possible by also-rans,

Resolute persistence rendered him unmatched yet tainted glory,

In my world-windows.

Was he adept at calm and storm and blunders galore!

Alas! Revisits remain mired in lore.

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Word and Action

An intention to do good, be good and say good. Lay in all, lest their growth endured tumult. Her words sang a mellow tune to melt the heart While inconsistencies in action sang another. As the ear sought to resolve this tussle the mind fashioned another puzzle. Of lies, lasses and love Or a dual-blend of the above.

Lend a limb for love.

Perennial is the facet of a river Can it be accorded to her? Persistent is the asset of a spring, Can that tenor ring true of him? Pervasive would the tone in her voice, Can it brook trust amid vice? Poignant are the memories puncturing my thoughts, Is that a mirror of problems fraught? Passive became a friendship, As the mind wrestled with courtship . Portentous was her claim, Of longevity and its eventual maim. Probing her senses, Of fulfillment and satisfaction , Of desires and dreams, Of fantasy and reality, I resolve to reap the fruit of love Latent in the weeds of rejection. Aid me in this search, oh friend, For no fiend w ould value a mind as much !

Why do we disagree?

From the vast expanse of pale cream, a ray pierced the sill Some say that’s the epitome of ill. Never did she utter such trope And never did she hear a dawn's rising chirp. Sans a countenance that evoked despair or drivel, she did glide o'er cold Earth cavorting joy. Encumbered by the shooing words of a restless few and her held wish of an inside hue began she a ritual of healthy hoy. Words that gushed forth like water in a meadow’s pump, Though never held captive by a day's dump Did stem on a lad's cloy. To say that one impacted the other is to clutch a long straw with baby paw. Another ritual of a weekly shed Did in itself a worldly good To the ...

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