Sentinel

He has to and he will
guard the gates any way he can.
He’ll  make a show for all and sundry, 
Because he can and slink away.
He’ll make your day into
Just what you were looking for.

Please excuse the venue,
T’was the only one at hand.
As a person he can’t be the butt,
But as an actor can can can.
He’s  just the man,  and poor.

I am not regretting grifting,
And the choice was trasnsparent clear,
That the time was long behind us,
The present was a remnant,
And the moving on so near…
Here,  take this as a gift.

But be everclear why I left this way:
To make it yours to say.

At a Whim

Absence bloats the heart

And in come change, resentment, traits endearing no more

Dreams hurt and heal depending on whim,

Asking your graces and the universe for ideal

But pride desire selfish desire block true meaning

like books written with intentions good get skewed by the human psyche

And a fall-apart concept

Gets fel’n apart.

Mercy and want get no say in this world of say,

And true things get played with to a beyond beyond.