Pie

I read too much and write too less,
Be glad, I fret, for you did do heaven bless,
Words come hard, fly faster some days,
Maybe they've left, or lost in some ways.

Unbeckoned tears, unbeknownst angst,
Paving way for more, rotting above my langst,
Left now to cringe, in terror of pending light,
Darkness embraced, isth only nectar to sight.

Madness forgone, too sane for the soul,
Worse needed to capture, worse to win the ghoul,
Knelt in meditate, door to insanity close,
Time to bury now, with time must I rose.

Feared by forevers, the silent dark shrouds,
When path to one of dual, unveiling stark dark clouds,
Quick pass the light, quicker lie to rest,
Next as is always, the day the very best.

In Merry

What to say, what to do?
What to feel, being old or new?
Think not far, trash the tense,
Life's stink ignore, ignite the incense,
Seek to fly, take the world,
Leave the zone, and enjoy the world.

Unattained

Who decides what's right or wrong?
Who decides who's weak or strong?
Who decides which's short or long?
Who decides when's poetry or song?

Is it God, who sees all?
Or is it nature, suffering our fall?
Or is it us, vain in kingly call?
Or is it even bigger, and we are too small?

Why the worry, why the ask?
Why deviate, when drowned in task?
Why look above, where is hope to bask?
Why not close sight, for who will shed mask?

If we find, will we know?
Whence we came, whence the snow?
So many questions, so much compass flow,
At last the questions end, or is it just a show?