Sequential Chaos

Oh my! How mundane a life we lead!

The routine; the cycle; of opening doors at dawn and not-so-short naps at night.

Seamless transitions of those two truants do harm,

That if undone,

Would prove life rich and fulfilling.

Sequence snaps bring forth impedance sure enough,

But never has it been said

“Stagnate till death under composure’s veil”

And never will it be.

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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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