Wednesday 26 December 2012

Difficult durational dole-ness


Difficult durational doleness, lives alongside the everyman,
Distant, longingly lingering for a chance,
Calls from the wild-ones shriekly silent don’t fall,
“Fill me with that what (it) is I require of it,”
Lift your finger, hands and arms in salutation,
For all the done things do as they wish.

Can a fault be found with the national heartaches that flourish,
The ongoing times are relentless and strong in their perseverant policy,
Living as we do just lives itself forward,
And hedgehogs encircle all in quills,
Queues form as we join the others in desperation,
Raising up our children for evermore.

Something new can come in hope,
An un-festered ideal in creative cognition wishes for it,
Do I convince my selfishness to agree with my ideal,
Something just bubbles away of its own volition,
God I seek to know too much of things,
As we should or just turn off the engine,
Valves seize their fellowship tightly and decisions are just made.

How shallow are we? Discoursing forcing, liveable at least,
Solitude is assured as togetherness infinitely assures us,
Things in surety, confliction calluses,
Stop the wear, lick your feet.

Of one thing at least be sure.

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