The Fangs That Bit and Poisoned Truth and Youth

Nothing was mentioned of the soul
When to death we march, time unknown.
Not a minute more or much less
Does the clock pause this game of chess.
Age comes fast while we’re dying slow
So low are our chests, what faint glow.
When seated on an empty desk
Trembling in the hand, this I ask:
What’s a gain? What’s its prime number?
Is it today I will slumber?
Where’s my love and proof of next genes?
The bloodline, veins and in-betweens?
Where’s the concrete proof that I lived?
Has time lied? Have I been deceived?
Where’s the end to this suffering?
Where’s the gratitude life should bring?
Born alone and alone I’ll leave
Funeral pyre, my reprieve.
Ashes of friends and their lovers
Ashes of books and their brothers.
These bones of mine, ashes they’ll be
Ashes to all things, land and sea.

Not with panic I move my pen
Or the busyness of a hen.
Life’s a test, none with the answer
We must -the energy- muster.
Yonder meadow of yester years
Bear some evidence of some tears.
I excavated and found gold
But it’s not gold I crave to hold
If only a hand in my bed
If only a bounce in my step.
Oh the head that sleeps in its stead
Knows not the regret of the dead.
My heart bleeds from self-bludgeoning
It thought itself wise and cunning.
High I aimed and high I achieved
These misplaced aims, bore treasures grieved.
This flesh and bone wants just one soul
To lighten the black of its coal.
My wings flew too close to the sun
And burnt. Better if I had run.
Sadness with no control, I fear,
Beats, beats, beats in my soul my dear.

Laugh at the mad
Poison the land
Call all those that love mad.
iGNORE the heat
The poor, mistreat
The coal and oil? Deplete.
Clutch your dollar
Maul her, maul her
Control her, control her.
Leave those that cry
Abandon, lie.
If not me, he can die.
Step on his heart
Call your wife fat
Spit on a lad like sand.
Is it clear our purpose here?
Or is it rumors that we hear?
Why do we choose these paths ourselves?
These roads to all these empty shelves?
Could the man from above predict
How his sheep would challenge his seat?
Is fate equally ill-fated?
By some demon life dictated?
Life’s not short and it is not sweet
When love in life we do not meet.

I will find the words (I’m trying)
To show how (why) we are dying.
Evil is crowned for earthly pounds
From my heart, escapes not a sound.
This old heart has journeyed quite far
But not far am I from a bar.
Gulp the dread and the lonesomeness
Down my stupendous holiness.
This’s the God that man now worships
Me, myself and I, a service.
Ego ego, that ate my youth
The fangs that bit and poisoned truth.
What role! What goal? Oh – what control!
Be not the mirror of my soul.
The shift from the impersonal
Should head towards transpersonal
I’ve been the wise but more the fool
You’d think I never went to school.
I was I, and hence love was not
If not, a taste I would have got.
If I could count all of my wealth;
It’d be a lovers smile and health.

The above poem is from the poetry collection titled All The Petals of the Universe: