The Sagacity in Madness


What more could I have done?

It’s lunacy that they can’t know

This beast I have become:

A frozen fool who fears a rousing sun.

Once sanity is fast dethroned

Past aspirations overthrown

You, the slave, must bear the load

Then instigate a higher code or

Intractable realities will suffocate the fantasy

Encasing you alone.


A craven corpse too serious

Finds themself delirious

Confronted by unknowns:

“Does it all result in nothing?

Where is life’s meaning sewn?”.

Alas, a deaf response grants no reprieve

For crude is our attempt to cleave

The transcendental harmony

Which permeates the heart of things,

Despite divine investigations refining speculation

Only slowly can we grasp the great unknown.


Sweet and Sour Memories


Oh, the thrill of rolling back the years!

To when we felt like we might fail

Paralysed by simpler cares

Unknowing, we would shed tart tears

But then our drive prevailed.

Rejoice in reason to revere

A past which now has sailed.


How bizarre our sense of memory!

For who selects the thoughts retained

While others fester in the grave?

Difference; that defines recall

But surely we can’t keep them all

However, we can savour the pleasant.


How freely joy would manifest

If only then your mind could see

The varied possibilities of Being…

Unafraid to trade a day

For introspection once delayed

Repaid with pursuit of one’s choosing.

Truth, the Remedy


“There’s vanity in tragedy”

That’s what you often said to me

Not knowing how gloom comes to be

How rotten life can falsely seem

In ignorance.


Truth pokes you once, then prods you twice

To force a change, to set things right;

Each obfuscates great ends in sight

Pursuing learned yet cursed delights

But Truth transforms this torpid twine

Of ruminations undefined,

The cure for a lawless life

We know to be her bracing brine:


A blend of spirit, strength and hope

A dash of insight lifts our scope,

Three drops of purpose points the way

(Two for the self; one for the fray),

A draught of wisdom clears the smog

A pinch of pride defies the odds,

One final splash of awe and zeal

Ensures our pain shall be well-healed.


What Goes Unspoken


The reminder that you’re slowly dying

Stems not from pain or lack of trying but

Regrets, they seep in thick and fast

This human skin won’t always last.


The reminder that you’ve lost your way

Tomorrow’s burdens seize the day

Then when sweet victory arrives; instead

You pander to a swift demise

(Discarding truth to feed the lie).

Who of us yearns to hit their aim

When consequence is just the same?


The reminder that you writhe in fear

Each step you take is faked to bear

A hectic world, that needless noise

The herd obsessing with sleek toys,

Take five steps back to reassess

Your role and how you shoulder stress

You’ll find most tasks ostensible

(Paraded by a crippling whole).

This gold we seek flows inwardly

Then penetrates the cold abyss

Through moments of ecstatic bliss.


A Taxing Tranquility


Drifting in mid-air without a stable care

Below this world seems frightening, perplexingly enticing.

The gift of years yet to impress

Grand schemes upon a solid slate

Make use of fruit you have to bear

Before good pulp depreciates,

Squished out of shape and unaware

Of qualms our aims may satiate

We hover in a hollow haze

Too ashamed to address

A meager life of raw regress.




There is a fix, in smooth descent

From lofty goals of null assent

To fewer wants and wholesome needs

A steady path will let you breathe



A touch of grace, a touch of flair

Sublime is that which keeps you here,

Unfinished ties to Earthly woes

You are the only soul who knows

Your way to virtue.


A Life Meandered


How much is real, how much imagined?

I see a life as one great tangent.

Swayed by diamonds near and far

We stumble through this grand bazaar

– You clutch a jewel, it falls apart –

The fragments glazed in sullied gold

Reassemble, twist and fold,

Beget a better dream to chase

What value has time left to waste?


Inspired by what scares us most

We toss and turn, live and learn

Stake our claim on goods unearned,

Before some certain pain and strife

Unfolds, dumb fear will swell to life

A fearsome scourge to gauge foresight,

To pass one must abandon choice

So grant your inner will its voice

The road not taken irks no heart

Who has rare strength to make a start.


New associations, new determinations,

Ending strangulations,

Your peace requires patience.


The Apology


I rest here, on trite fears

While millions starve, some die awake

Then billions claim no move to make

“It’s not my fault, no one’s in charge”,

So who will mend our worldly ills?

Not I, there is no time to kill

Not I, my worth exceeds goodwill.

What noble way of life is this?

What self-conceited lie is this?


I lie bare, with scant care

For lives no different from my own

Adrift in time and space and face

Yet sharing social aspect sewn

Through banal acts, ideas retraced

If only we could make it known:

That damning void which warps our pace

By faith in man can be outgrown.


In moral ways I’m remonstrated

A lack of purpose demonstrated

With loveless dreams which ooze and tease

Happy glimpses hard to seize,

So here I bid to start anew

Wrong actions skew your point of view,

One life in search of what is Great

Is all I need to right my fate.