What is this?

The calm around speaks
But never tells you what you seek

A delicate figure comes to your mind
Fragile it is, but has a harmless charm
Captured you are; but never tied

You cannot breathe, you almost choke
Drowning is the feeling, but still you fly
Like the drop, poised gently, to be free
Though it sticks, fear of fall

A caress is what you need
The one that never full fills
A silent voice you require
So that you may finally hear

Close your eyes and you feel
An emptiness, you fear
An innocence, you wear
An eloquence, that no one else sees as clear

Oblivion

was it the fear
or was it the anarchy
there is so much to shear
but it let nothing but queer

dreams were ephemeral
sublimed into air
now the rationale
to absolve the tear

better the kids
nothing so tractable
now the day castigates
even the slightest of delay

dormant lies still
funny is the way
never so charmed
left brutally harmed

lost compassion
traced flouts
now equivocates
my mind still


Note: the title represents both then and now...

Fluky

Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupils listen
Can you listen?

In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
Then I wake it's kaleidoscopic mind

Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter

We run around in circles
When circles are kept in larger squares

They've got tricycles in skirts
This is a mouth that needs religion

I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control!

An Envoi

Creativity simplified
Is perspicuity amplified.
The clarity transformed,
Becomes ingenuity reformed.

Eccentricity is critical;
Display has to be trivial,
Poetry is barony;
The acres are euphony.

Constraints resolved;
Are runes evolved,
Poetry is aesthetics;
The object is metrics.

Drudgery's trace;
Gives a daedal grace,
Poetry is to weave;
The needle's to heave.

Serendipity favors
Luckiest of them all,
Poetry is gamble;
Wager the imagination's parable!

Avēre

Arcane contemplation;
The thought such
Required a culmination;
Am I a human too much?

Water and Cloth, I require so much;
Love and Seduction, I indulge so much;
Spare is what I needn't ,
Care is what I don't.

Exonerate me, I may see;
Reverberate it, I may remember.
Make me assiduous, remove the resentment
And make me tender.
But will that serve the purpose?

Alacrity I love, Pulchritude I adore;
And humans have the most of them both.
Void is what that never fills;
And that, adds frills.

I am a human too much!