Black Dog Days

Tis naught but depression
that ol faithful companion,
who welcomes me often
into its lowly oblivion.
Like a lover I could not
resist, or a habit sought
that I chose not to quit,
this feelin, somedays co-habit.

Looped in Logic

Petty a human life
with its eat, sleep and vice

Paltry this mortal span
full of delusive moral stands

Poor, a survivor in truth
is a man who survives youth

Why then does a sky so blue
inspire in me a rhyme or two?

Fatality

Glass shimmers
with borrowed radiance
from a generous candle lit.

Fire simmers
in sundued candescence
yet burns steady the wick.

Perfection

The moment of darkness,
amongst bright lights

Sweet calm that washes,
amidst a roaring noise

The sliver of speckled sun,
scattered with golden dust

The thorn amid flowers
flower amid thorns

Eyes lost in memory
damp in smiling thought

The nearness of a star
so distant and afar

Radiance captured
in a teardrop fallen aside

The imperfect doth render
the sordid beautifully perfect

Inhibitions

The silence flies, like dark clouds over a moon,

Over the distance, lost in her gloom.

Time ambles on, fitfully unconscious,

Lost soul, harsh voice, mind so anxious.

Constant cycles, listless yet moving,

Hear sounds of the living coldly echoing,

The songs unsung, rhymes forgotten,

That hollow chatter rattling and rotten.

Questions unasked quietly dissolve

Only the angst persists in misty resolve

Is there purpose, meaning, love or care

In this life, the living or the space we share?

Why so blinded by our pain intense,

Even night becomes morning with no pretense.

The path shows itself when the eyes choose to see

In me hides the answer, the lock and the key.