VS aka Jason Cole

VS aka Jason Cole Nov 2017

Night reaps day for its shade
Days are made for to phase
Nothing stays for all is swayed
Alas, the past has passed away

Future era, present age
Epochs tarry, eons fade
All is swayed for nothing stays
En masse, the past has passed away

Lay now your plans, bare and brave
Timeless sand is a slippery knave
All give back that which is gave
To wit, the past has passed away

©Jason Cole

#past #time #plans

VS aka Jason Cole Nov 2017

Under The Purview of Poets

in oneness of hope
we go forth

to taste the last tear
to face the last fear

indeed to cup the ear
on the cusp
of eternity's scream

bound by our fealty to reason
brought on by the savage mad-seasons
where legions of treasonous lesions
straddle continuum's seam

well versed in the precepts of sorrow
immersed in regrets of tomorrow
ingest we the beating breast
and pick the chest-bone clean

in life as in death
we resound

RE-SOUND
reverberated requiems

RESTATE
reinvigorated impetuums

RELIVE
unadulterated invectives

REVEAL
unemancipated objectives

we mustn't recoil
we shan't recant

upon words aflight
our spirits alight

in oneness of hope
we write

#poem #poets #poetry

Jun 2016

r

Liaison with Dawn

Far into the night
I spied a long dead star
like that dark light
I saw through the pane
of your window,
like a signal for me
that it was all clear now
to move on to another exile,
another woman, another
island to banish myself,
another liaison with dawn.