We all live in the midst of uncertainty
and all we can ever and always say is
that change is the heartbeat of each moment,
what will be another moment’s gift
none know it

the good moment turns into a bad volley
absurd at times
become incidents incredible
and
good sours fear of the unknown
on ones countenance does show
as if it was some uncertain hour,
as life flows like a river of no return…

good and bad both can upturn
into passages of time unknown…

Charade

Is there death after life,
will we be free from strife
or open some unknown door?
Will rest come to me,
can death set me free
to rest upon a new shore?

Is there death after life,
or some wicked device
designed to cause us more pain?
Is the cycle complete
with sleep our retreat,
will sorrow or happiness reign?

Is there death after life,
cessation of light,
will we walk upon streets of gold?
Must we lie in our grave
unless we are saved
and never the wonders behold?

crepuscule
here comes the light
slipping from your fingers
like a bolt of rotten satin

your soul lingering
like silverware on chains
your ways are crawling
night is falling

and she will come to you
her thrust within the chest
like a cry in the hidden room
tear stain lush

hush hush
your heart shall rust

Tanka: # 1
A ghastly screw up
The blue flashing behind me
A dreaded ticket 
Twenty five years clean record
Down the drain one split minute

Tanka: #2
Tell tale smell of death
Secrets, lies, deceit finds light
Troubled sea rises
Pains from past immoral acts
Roll back stone thus uncover

Tanka: # 3
Brain freeze like a rock
Won't allow decisiveness 
Builds stress when I try 
A blinding force guides my thought
When making clear decisions