Solemnity Spires And Temerity Tyres Poem by John Sensele

Serves no purpose to fuss
When I depart this planet
To ride for good on the bus
Rescuing my sensibility from the Internet

Where of your volition
You post from your demon dish rubbish
Relationships laced with demolition
You fail to refurbish

Natural justice
To keep my days alive
Through equinox and solstice
As you derive loss live

To diminish my days
Far from pouring on me delight
You deny me love, succor on Tuesdays
When by load shedding you switch off my life's light

Expressing indifference
Denying my self concept love
Through your crafted interference
Which can't rise above

Daggers slitting the back
Bleeding far worse
Than hurts you pack
In controversial verse

You quote while my health suffers
In every vitriol you utter
Through failure that offers
Little or no solace in the matter

My life requires
To remain afloat
Despite the mire that fires
Somber signals in the lot

Breathing enmity
Laced with a mace of prejudice
Devoid of equity and amity
Submerged in a dose of jaundice

I feel belong on the seamy side
Where life shrinks
In settings which don't abide
By flavours of dopey drinks

From a chastened chalice
My mouth rejects
As the froth of malice
My tongue at once ejects

Upon realizing your lost lap
Saps sinews
Posing unanswered questions to shout ‘Asap'
As my fatigued feet frown at the nonchalance news

Trembling tendons tackle
A few moments before my eyes snap open
When asylum acolytes frighten the blues buckle
My hands casting away for good the prejudice pen

Which they grip tight
Once they knew they'd no longer spray red ink
On semblance scripts teeming with the slight
My life's labour painted pink

Once reality dawned
I'd not striven in vain
Although nocturnal noses clowned
When emaciated eddies wriggled in the rainbow rain

Upon discovering doubt
Doesn't dominate divinity
When the balance of clout
Condemns dens of immaturity

I traversed
Upon realizing succor lies in faith
Immersed and verily versed
Into the benediction breath

God granted
My life
Although slanted
Perceptions poked fun on the fidelity fife

On which I played the tune
Angels whispered in even ears
No longer interested in the cartoon the pain platoon
Flew into my breath to jettison for good faith fears

I could no longer sustain
When blues bruised bones
Too tired to entertain pain
Scampered into zero zones

To bid the wicked world goodbye
Despite the reluctance overwhelming desires
Quit the cosmos of the prick pie
Guardian angels impelled onto your spiritual spires.