Will anybody care? - April 2012 Version
Hurt heart thumps through stark torrent's spew, pain's veins pump vain despair,
why wishing-well what world would do when one's no longer there?
Why worry who will bed or woo, misled wed base affair,
each age sends stage page scene anew, pent rage vents spleen, sad snare.
Once wraith what faith may comfort, who contentment finds? Aware
are all their nightmare fall supplies no paradise, skies fair.
Dank dark doom leaves grieve hung with dew, shaved, stumpy trees stripped bare,
gibbering ghosts, grey-greenish hue shade shiver in sharp air.
Life's dream team options, once bright blue, tarnish too soon, to wear
down most, ghost host, who must crust rust, while few pad out lust's lair
beyond the seemy rhyming schemes of blushing Baudelaire -
whored guilty conscience safely stored, bribes poured for greased palm tare.
Burnt bridge of sighs quite cuts in two split city's spirit spare,
and therefore, by extension, too, links life to - God knows where.
Wan lie acquaintanceships one knew, affection two should share,
while once exciting avenue of life seems impasse where
old vaunted haunts time's rimed review now daunts. For void prepare.
Is life just bitter pill, missed cue, in chaos swilled to bear
hate's weight, tears, fears untimely due where conscience cries beware!
Is life strife rife where favoured few waste privileges rare,
compared to who pimp scrimp limp through misfortunes most unfair?
Is life rewarding revenue splurge surge merge urge shows heir,
or drudge through sludge where cudgel slew Earth goddess Gaïa's.
Is life return bienvenue or one way ticket scare
descending into maggot stew, hell burned urn's ashen layer?
Is life some sort of déjà vu, self-referencing stare
through mirror that, whate'er ensue, backs to black disrepair?
Is life sharp knife, fine furs, long queue, stores' gaudy glitter glare -
or superficial residue, fast sacrificed false flair?
Is life's brief leaf, grief sheaf shoal reefed, half-hearted whole, farce flare,
or black hole disbelief, soul thief, ploughed under everywhere?
fixed rictus grin whose rigour grim begins tale's tail-end tear,
sin's karmic spin where lose not win cues feud forebear forswear?
Is life pride ride soon set aside, tried sentenced, treatment square
too rarely met, signed with forget-me, knot loose noose to bear
until at last will's pain is cast to wind of change none share,
which willy-nilly blows away race, trace face-value's layer.
Is Life a story book that takes wake's glory down? Truth blare
becomes when ignorance, dumb drum, would triumph everywhere.
Death steals love's breath as Time's wheels churn, night's nothingness prepare,
stars silence scream, beg, borrow theme for no tomorrow fair
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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