Pies In Skies Of Strict Scrutiny Poem by John Sensele

Sad memories linger, nibbling at your present
With the venom that defeats the logic you resent
Once missing pieces tease your thinking
When with unabashed shame you turn to deep drinking
Expecting the bliss of a kiss to breathe better
As you wonder what in your love life is the matter.

Unprofitable pursuits persist, dragging your date down
Into pits of despair where you choose to drown
Dragging down every prospect of progress
As doggedly and determinedly you elect to retrogress
Despite the perspective of a proven path to prosperity
Dying to enliven the lure and cure of temerity.

Pieces of a pie dance, inviting you full life
Where you no longer sow and germinate strife
As long as you don't bury your head in the sand like an ostrich
Wallowing in self pity, envying and berating your faith reach
With boundless potential to fly you forever to a deserved destiny
Although you much subject your wayward mind to strict scrutiny.

Set mediocrity standards salivate with open arms
Dragging you into depletion like magnets of multiple harms
Surging forth, plucking life from the breath
You steal and kill in every fibre of the faith
You deem spurious, unfit in the trajectory of the tragedy
You weave and forgive, labelling facts of faith a momentary malady.