An Eternal Search........

Angling

That misty evening ...fumy chill
and life around was quiet and still
Away from hurly burly's din..........
....those capp'd mens' roar,those coat'd mens' grin...........
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...................my master drawing heaving sighs...
...from the black eyed boy...lean and thin.


The black eyes saw i turning red,
Revolting with a powerless will.
but i side with the world's desire...
"Create or Kill...Create or Kill".


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but now i am with nature,hurray!
What care i for those far away??
i do my job and earn my bread...
stooping low....out of dread.

with my fishing rod...here i depart,
Angling they say...is a crafty art
Baiting those guileless as your prey...
Big fishes eat the smaller...that's the world's way.


But....
Nature...dear Nature..o my last repose....
Why so harshly honest?no soothing pose??
i turn to her when burdened with sin...
for i had angled another orphan today...
Black-eyed...lean and thin.


but angling is a crafty art...
Guiling guileless as the prey...that's what they always say.



This fishing rod's made of good rose-wood...
i killed the tree...
when blooming should...
have been its fate.
(but the market offers quite great rate!)
....and...
Nature's always good and kind...
if she's not so...
she's surely blind.

Ah!the wind freezes...
it chills my feet...
boiling with anxiety...
its here that i retreat...
poets have called it the best of reposes...
but i can see her paralysed...she anaesthetic ally dozes!!!

Idling...
as i throw a stone in the gurgling pond,
i hear a faint yet rumbling sound...
Concentric Rings Round and Round....
small bubbles around that promise prey.


The sleepy mist to rest now sinks...
i know not what obscurity thinks.
the dew that settles on the frosty leaves...
must have made promises to the bud that heaves...
....promises of blooming bright...
...of bloody redness..beauty's might.
does bloody redness overflow the pond??
Oh no!!!'its just a reflected sight.

Hurrah!!!
my rod has caught...the prey i got...
it's heavy,my string feels the strain.
the biggest ,i guess..of the food chain....
but!...yond!!!
do i see a bloody redness....overflowing the pond???


i see...those black eyes...now flaming red,
those black eyes again!!!
streaming the pond with bloody pain...
i cannot pray to lord!!!
Help!Help!i have caught the black eyed head!!!
His eyes are burning...flaming red!!!
and lo!he sinks with a gurgling sound...
Concentric Rings Round and Round.
Save! the black eyed boy,lean and thin...
His eyes at my helplessness grin...
i know well that it can't be so...
yet to save you i dive so low...
i sink ...i sink...no throb does sound....
Concentric Rings Round and Round.


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now...i and the boy sit by the sill....
not Angling,but quiet and still.
away from hurly-burly's din....
the powerful's roar,the wicked's grin....
...men come to angle...far and wide.
to worldly ways..they still abide.
Concentric Rings...Round and Round...
looking around...
yet...
unknowing...that we sit by their side.
escaped from the maze of Concentric Ring.
in Nature's bosom...where Angling is a sin.

Dying Cadences.

i hav seen death flicker in your eyes!
ashes coming to life as time flies....
i am born to die-an atonement not to spell.
Life's still floating....floating...in that sunken swell.


guillotined tears in the halo of hollow...
"dying cadences" for the mo[u]rning swallow...
gutteral slits that passions may flow.....
You damning your self with every HEY and HO!!!


A gluttonous ravine for the premature spasm...
Destiny is futile...it can cook no harm.

pointless points logically established.
the Sleeping Babe that Snores Alarm!!!


with every cocoon poor caterpillar dies...
with tsunamic waves comes back to life....
when every moment is a fading trance....
One thrives to death for death to thrive.