Lovelorn

Abbey:


within me, it speaks
the wairua
the voice of my ancestors
wavering and teetering on the edge

the periphery of my logic, my action
until the juncture
of euphoria.

the abbey of thought.

Badinage:


crossed off,
digressed from the nonsensical
banter of responsibility.

reminded of
'much as I enjoy typing non sense banter, 
we better cease and desist such carry on via official site'


i resist such temptations,
ephemerally.


return.


Cistern:

the reservoir never abates
the overflow inundating
the tired landscape
of fought battles never won.

the hope within pain,

the resilience inherent in aching bones

the motivated feet edging forward beyond

the limits of the tiring mind.

the reservoir of hope never abated.

Despondent:

how i sought to wash away your lack of spirit;

how i empathised with your apathy.

to fix your head in the cup of my hand

then to wipe away the despondent dirt in your eyes and mouth

placing saffron stamens in its place.

to hear the last breath escape 

while sailing you down a temperate river

juggernaut with the rocks of life.

Emphatic:

unknowingly drawn

alluringly led

to dogma thinly disguised

in trust, faith and inspiration.

the lower, the upper

the Divine, the saintly, the human

the mere animal.

the emphatic urgency of belief.

Farcical:

not again,

should it really be that draining

the inverted commas, the late notice:

the fascism ensuing.

the dropping of hats

at late notice,

still with inverted commas.

the text returned with five calls,

none of them sincere in their entirety

every one a desperate leap

across social attitudes

into social time slotting.

i bow down, i bow out;

officially this time.

Grimace:

the abject tongue,

done out of its exploration

grimaces 

at the nylon thread where

softness once reigned.

it wants to wander back

explore this incongruous grievance,

hope that it is a mis-understanding;

a trick of the mind.

but alas, it is not.

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