Ever On Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Aside from what worldly concerns
is that yearn, for thoughts as calm
as that swollen river's flow
experienced so long ago
where youth still held
one's innocence, as
the center of one's
tender essence...
"In the Language of the Heart..."
recalling such the worried
memories of and in tears
wept, of silent anguish
that tomb, so long ago
closed and now reopened
to view the ashes now representing
the joys, and smiles of one life, dead, and
gone, in forever more's vast and unseen voids.
Mind's window, opened, in this moment's clear
is closed; it, that eyelid blink to cleave that last
flowing tear, and the lid of your memory's crypt
slams too, and what normalcy that is your time
and life reappears, each angst, deep worry, and
uncertainty hurries forward, to the pinnacle of
your coming daze; into that messy and deep
"ditch of misfortune", you once again fall
a waste away, awash, abash, awaiting
what is to forever become your fate…
Is placid then, that best term penned, for
what is of worth, in a moment's calm and ohm?
Perhaps, perchance a presumption guessed, when
flaccid, in that thought of what is earned or learned
from a solemn second spent, in what once was; when
compared, to what it is today, and while a dazzling sun
rises to greet your eyes; that felt, and acknowledged self
experience quickly fades into an instant glorious sunset, for
what is between, is moot, and unrewarding and unclear, how
so insane it is, that the each, and every one of US, has lost their
phuucking minds, and every step now made throughout each day…
What insight can I offer then, to the each and every human being?
That soul exists, that thought insists, in a better wealth of
living? For sure, the mass of you, would relate, that this, is
really not enough, as our minds are thick as that proverbial brick
and in our realities, it is only wealth made off of others, that
guides our sways; for it is, this convoluted, distorting
and discombobulated societal chaos that keeps US
in our pay, and anyway; why should we stoop
to care, about our brothers and sisters and
their affairs, from either down the block
or 12,000 miles away across the
"late great planet earth"…?
Life, does move on, in such
similarity too, any river's flood
and through calm or flow, causality
known, the causalities grow, as it's body
increases speed and volume; something then
to consider in, that hate you each press to duty
through your efforts daze, one conscious thought
in, an awakening conscience wrought; will help cut
that ‘key'; which will unlock the ‘seed', to the wealth
of knowledge and lead, to the path of wisdom that you
so foolishly ignore and so desperately need; to free your
self from the unbounded hell, that your mind perceives as
that, which is so predictively bold, and so brazenly brave…
Those yearn', for a world without concern, that youth once
carried through a lifetime's age, one's essence full of smiles
and joy, so far away from any worries dirge; no unforgiving'
or unseen voids, each and every moment clear; uncertainty
flees the calm of your approach, and not one step, carries
you across misfortune's whole, your thought's both seed
and reap, dazzling light and charm as glorious rewarding
clarity persists, and it is your insight I do seek to raise, and
therein is no word chaotic, as chaos in its base is undefined
with every thought reaching out all around this earth finding
the inner minds of brothers and sisters alike; while you so do
control, both speed and flow, and also calm, and in this every
moment's awakening crease, you now see that blank key so
clearly and understand how each cut will shape, and each
file stroke, will hone its shape; but, that finish pass will
take more than you, to fully comprehend, and to find
so be ever mindful, and always be cognizant of the
content of a lifetime's grow or ebb, as each river's
course does surely change, as its flow moves
ever on…