on compromise: half-measures

on compromise: half-measures.

galloping, striding, marching,

hand in hand, lovers in the sun,

sozzled, numb,

to hell with what is real,

what bleeds, who feeds,

its salivating, seducing, irresistible,

fun, fun, fun,

chasing fleeting pleasures,

momentary, vanishing between blinks of unseeing eyes,

tempus fugit,

                        as time flies,

paying obeisance,

to house & home,

the car, bar,

ameliorated apathy,

dousing guilt,

with the blade of excess buried deep,

embedded to the hilt,

filling our lives with half-measures,

skewered in the pan,

flashes,

of ashes,

not savouring the drop of dew, the nectar of life,

instead striding, marching,

galloping, on and ever on,

to empty, hollow pleasures,

this is life,

lived out, dumbed down,

in glitzy,

half-measures …

our common fountain

common fountain …

in a world tugging,

pulling, drawing and quartering,

each soul apart,

and as mercy, humanity, love,

effortlessly, and resistance-free,

depart,

embracing ignorance, hugging credulous unreason,

fracturing human bones,

cartilage, tendons ripped,

shattered hearts, broken minds,

there can be but one answer,

simplistic as it may sound,

teach respect, not creed,

worship shared humanity,

shun lecherous greed,

then, and I believe only then,

may we truly, as one,

from our common fountain feed …

she smiled

she smiled …

she smiled at me,

two broken souls set adrift on a rudderless ship,

she smiled at me,

together ours shall be a shared trip,

casting off shackles,

anchorless on the high sea,

far from it all, as far as the eye could see,

she smiled at me,

broke not broken,

watching the tides, where no words need be spoken,

she smiled at me, for into the future we have set sail,

together, we shall make it,

through wrinkled skin and many a moon that may yet pale …