Time Consumed Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

One way ticket terminus in urn?
Return pursuit of karmic chain unbound?
If no god reigns what good is there to earn?
Return to base_sick instincts thus are found
unsound imagination's figment faith:
mindset unmissed evaporates, mist wraith.

What if imagination's wave-lengths show
man mirage mirror, wishful thinking's wings,
if 'truth' hid doubts, fear's fast consuming flow,
blot rot, not pearly gates devout scout sings?
Life's school would be in/of itself an end,
while pastures green no credency could lend.

If rite can't right 'wrong's' preying for a day
can pray repair man's puny phantom mime?
If heresy today's tomorrow's lay,
may hope scope draw from 'orthodox'? If Time
makes crime of what, before, was held sincere,
all once held dear in time must disappear.

We birth on earth for threescore years and ten
then berth beneath the sods for auld lang syne,
Time mocks eternal second innings' yen
as much for saint as sinner, wine-less whine.
When some await fair houri harem troop
may minds that stray or pray sign seraph scoop?

Though many paths are said to point the way
to paradise, or purgatory's pen,
though sects' decrees, dogma dissected, grey
from heaven's white to hell's black cannot ken.
Weak skeins knot vain, belie redemptive spin,
speak bane not reign of angels on a pin.

What peace of mind is gained when lost to life
if life itself proves hapless vale of tears,
when piece of mind resembles veil of strife,
whose knife's encountered on and off for years?
The answer may be neither here nor there,
but 'carpe diem! ' fête fate's date with flair!

21 March 2013