Ritual of sin

adamantly
we Adam
and Eve
try to behave
and aim
to achieve

yet we bite
the bitter apple
and enjoy
the ritual sin
naturally imbedded
in the deep pores of our skin

Your myth

your myth
created
puzzled
the pieces
laid out
by you
the parts
that I am
left
projected
right
in your brain
affected
mixed up
defected
are expected
to sustain

Entrapped

entrapped
by your need
you feed
your greed
so I plead
you free yourself
in deed

agreed?

Stephen Fry sums up why social media sucks today

“We chattered and laughed and put the world to rights and shared thoughts sacred, silly and profane. But now the pool is stagnant. It is frothy with scum, clogged with weeds and littered with broken glass, sharp rocks and slimy rubbish. If you don’t watch yourself, with every move you’ll end up being gashed, broken, bruised or contused. Even if you negotiate the sharp rocks you’ll soon feel that too many people have peed in the pool for you to want to swim there any more. The fun is over.”

Stride

regarding my eventful stride
in the garden of perception
I ponder
and wonder
how I ended up
down yonder
believing fate
would caress my inner
conspicuous alteration
of thoughtful contemplation
that opens
and shuts shutters
of my ever vivid imagination