Day: August 2, 2019

So shadows, shades. penumbra lie unfound

Intent with purpose,  we  don’t see life whole
We see the figure but ignore its ground
We have one thought, to reach our  chosen goal

This way of life destroys  our life and soul
So shadows, shades. penumbra lie unfound
Intent with purpose,  we don’t see life whole.

Outside our  mind,  our thoughts like brothers brawl
Leading  to conclusions  quite unsound
We  only wish to reach our  chosen goal

Yet beauty, love and wisdom come to call
We ignore  the universe unbound
Intent with purpose,  we don’t see life whole.

Moreover, sudden danger may befall.
We need  to see both broad and narrowed down
We   wish  for nothing but our  chosen goal

The hawk too sees both focussed and in whole
To be  far too intense makes us a clown
Intent with purpose,  we see not those who maul

 

We see not the bridegroom as we drown
In disconnected fragments lose our crowns
Intent with purpose,   scarcely is life real
We have our thoughts; we’ll die  rather than feel

No purpose, no desire

How can I judge you when I do not know
The river of your heart, it’s undertow
Forgetting  the wide looking that we need
Too attentive  to the goals of speed

I may   compare you to another friend
And in comparison, our love   might end
I may not take you in as one  true whole
How little do we look,  ensnared by goals?

When attention lapses and we  dream
We may see our soul and  its true themes
Too sharp a focus makes our mind compress
Our narrowed eyes  untrue to second guess

With my whole body I  perceive the  true
No purpose , no desire,  nothing  but you.

A pest

My lover did not love me, that is true
He  took his own illusion  as a cue
He thought he had my measure, he was wrong
Now with Satan he   will share deep bonds

My lover needs a whore, for I’m too chaste
He never takes me past the starting gate
He does not care for me nor bring me joy
So let him pay  for her whom he employs

I   found his mind  like   cider not like wine
No substance to engross me ,naught divine
He loved James Bond ;he never read  a book
And, even worse, he did not learn to cook

Why call such man a lover   though we  jest
Such a man is  nothing but  a pest

I feel as  if the world has turned to mud

God has  changed my mind   and I feel odd
I guess it takes a while to re-adjust
I don’t remember all the words I read

I feel as  ift he world has turned to mud
Take it blind or take it  all on trust
God has  changed my mind   and I feel odd

Walking in the mire makes Britons sad
We’ve been misled and  now are less than dust
I  feel perplexed by  all the words I read

What little earthly joy will make us glad?
To kiss our lover  while we are at rest
God has  changed my mind   and I feel odd

God  has  no broadband, we’ve been misled
I have no IQ  so failed the test
I  feel perplexed by  all the words I read

I blew away my head, the wind had guts
Showed its might and blew us out of ruts
God has  changed my mind , he thinks its good
I  found so many   sentences in bud