Spoken myths tell
The truth of fallen worlds
Apocalyptic disasters
Sealed in Time’s capsule
An open Pandora’s box
Blows the last storm
In our hapless faces
We kneel in obeisance
When darkness unfolds
For we brazenly ignored
All our History ever told
In human laments and curses
Newer Gods are born
Undone mistakes,
Who ever heard
Such a misnomer!
There’s no turning back
From follies made
Flaws embraced
No entry erased
From the script of life
No joy in living so tame;
Heroism runs wild
Courting danger
Almost always in trouble
A spark, a glitter
In eyes that discover
The glamor in being
Incorrigibly mischevious!
Traveling unrestrained
The vast wilderness
Floating on clouds
Making mistakes
Capturing the bliss
Of throwing care
To the whistling winds!
All our messy lives
Seeking happiness!
Failing to behold
Nature that throbs
With the power
Of just being!
Blue Pen Strokes 