Poems ✍️

Conundrums Consequence...



History is not always faithful,
times and tone portray dueling chaos,
events become a scene from Golgotha,
with its teflon and steel outer shell
coyly masqed in a womb of paper-mache,
a ruse that defies common sense-

yet people have propensity to obsess
about death and darkness, time ill-spent
that for which we never shed a light upon,
or atone for these mortal misgivings.

For, never lay your quandries blame,
on Cross wounds from self-infliction-
on any face but the one reflecting
back at you in your smoky mirror;
for it is that image....that alone
the whole of the onus be laid upon-

and all unplausible excuses as well-
must remain there, where you stand,
for your observation, rumination,
and the realization that-
some crowns, adorned by diamond tips
are in fact pentagrams, swathed by thorns;

I warn you now, tread with cotton step,
if sparkled bead ever rest upon your flesh,
let not a single particle of sparkle
deceive you, as this be glass
and the the obstacle... to your quandary's pass.


_________ E p i l o g u e ___________

Truth is solace, .....no matter what the ends.
Everything else is conundrums consequence.




FjR-MMXV