Dawn ............................................... Each has share of grief and sorrow, Each his own bit of love and delight, But that don't deter the day of tomorrow, 'las the dusk will sink in light. ............................................... ............................
4 Line Lyric #65
Written In Angst ............................................... A poem written in burning angst from the heart of a writer's hands Infantile words aged with antiquity Spins into rhythm yet with tranquility. .......................................... ...............
4 Line Lyric #64
The tangled threads ..................................... I'll stay forever, in the tangled threads That hold our hands, when far apart Till once we meet, and distance sheds For us to begin from the very start. ..................................... ..............
4 Line Lyric #63
Sing of Sweetness ................................................... Someday when I would drink more love and come home with a merry smile, the belly of lies would staunch it's wounds and sing of sweetness, foreverwhile. .................................................... ....................
4 Line Lyric #62
If you were a mirror ............................................................. If you were a mirror- casting my reflection, would you light the scars of my imperfection? Or haze your own surfaces to soothe the edges of my flaws, or let myself be seen just as my heart allows? ............................................................. .................................
4 Line Lyric #61
Last Moments ................................ Parched wood burns, in desire to live, crakling forth, into the last moments to be. Consumed in water, or exhumed in the winds, till there remains only the fumes to see. ................................... ......................... Painting: Pleasant Burning Weeds, Vincent Van Gogh
4 Line Lyric #60
To be, or Not To Be ............................................... To be scrawled on ruins of remembrance, to being beyond body's palpable pause, to be created in chaos, in capricious calm (or not to be), remains the gist of my worded abyss of flaws. ............................................... ................................
4 Line Lyric #59
The Tryst of Wisdom ............................................ Abstractions made in structured thoughts, and thoughts contained in frame of mind, "First make the box, to think out of it." Such is tryst of wisdom with mankind. ............................................ ................. Painting courtesy: Artdoxa-Community for Contemporary Art- Alan Taylor Jeffries
4 Line Lyric #58
Vanity and Wrinkles .................................... A youthful face doth shine, and doth old skin crease in crinkles, yet both evoke the poet's heart, to write of vanity and of wrinkles. .......................................... .............................
4 Line Lyric #57
Thicker than Blood ......................................... Sure, water be thinner than the blood, but honey spills thicker still, when sweet words coveting underlying motives of glut and greed, do fill. ......................................... ................
An Abyss of flaws 