None of us are here long enough, to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
What ties one’s thoughts in double knotted, to mind filled seconds that cause distraught, then ends up as a life that’s rotted, forsaken awaken in being mistaken ’bout all such faking that yea’d partaken?
In world filled plots ’bout matters not, mankind’s unkind just adds more spots, from News broadcast for cost of gas to haunts that taunt and crimes impassioned from sound bite captions, or just more things we’d never imagined!
Then boredom’s solace attracts more zealous and daily grind retweets unwinds, redefines unkind of all mankind from so much less, than being best!
And whirling derby’s marbles swirling, imbalance wearily thoughts referring, to Left’s unsaid ’bout Right’s more dreads, that all too often just fill one’s head.
Then words and deeds refuse concedes in more of verb’s perturbs, shackling mind to word’s absurd, then spit from lips and tongues as guns inflict more harm on everyone, while setting off more fire alarms!
None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
Will lying eyes disguise what’s being obscured in daily life’s surprise, where chance be wise from each sunrise invests the time allotted, absence things were purposefully all knotted up as plotted, then only spatters ones soul with spotted?
Catch glimpse of sense in false pretense and separate berates non-sense, and come to learn discern, that might allow concerns to yearn and earn, a glow on head as halo!
Question why the world’s gone rouge and who and what goes to and fro, and ask our God above all else, to gift us wits from days we’ve lived.
Unwind thy mind, step back from jacked from spineless mind that’s hard at work in overtime, collect one’s thoughts, remove distraught, and turn deaf ear from fears my dear.
As prime-time offers jokes that’ll make us choke, from stories told ’bout sinking boats, or booms and bangs and those with fangs, yet truth’s uncouth obscures thy ruse, and helps to lead to more confused!
None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
As mind’s refine design won’t catch a glimpse of all of those with false pretense, as incredulous of predacious shall granite one’s found prejudice, then anchored to sensuous, ignoring response’s audacious!
In stance romanced partaken chance at dance, just what resides in minds divide, are quicken wits for cemented grit really just a mind gone sick?
Response of absent pondering, is just a mind gone wondering, unwind unkind and take some time to come to know what rhymes, with the who in you that’s got a clue, instead of smacking black with blue from suckered guise of ruse on you!
Conviction from attrition is much like war’s ambitions, the conquered quest shall take no rest before disclosing much less than best, and all that’s left is more of mess, when spoils just go to victor!
Can policies and politics decided from mind’s half wit’s abides, can more amassing of galore distractions help provide you everlasting?
None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
Are conclusions just dilutions that are promoting our illusions, and is obscuring headway’s bearings just hiding more red herrings?
Do more intrusions of dawn’s conclusions cause to hanker anger, and from setting anchor upon this pander what story’s told of convictions bold, and what’s the cost for paying toll?
Could or should a never mind refocus good for what be kind, releasing mind from snares of cares, accessing fair by facts aware, and opening eyes to more bewares!
Embroiled toils are caught in coils by snake’s new fakes not measure in fair give and takes, but absolutes from ruse confused, shall only prime a mind with clues, all wrapped up tight inside of News.
Release yea mind from snares for cares, and come to know of what’s being sold, and just designed to cost one’s soul, in being told of all to know!
None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
The ruthless truth-less spineless couth-less shouts aloud ’bout being proud, yet head enshrouded can’t see through clouded or catch a glimpse with eyes, for who’s disguised and hides inside, a group appearing crowded!
Attention grabbing constructs, by design, messages mind, then bets that time will help refine the songs that rhyme with priming minds with stymies!
In planting doubts from shouts and touts, it helps promote more come about, re-framing pain for such insane and pledges new alliance, to allegiance for more defiance!
Then wise disguised to blinded eyes can’t see past thoughts no longer free, as construct’s mistrust leaves go for bust, forgetting what or who to trust!
Thus lies from guys who claim their wise are no surprise, nor stories ’bout their glory! Yet if one could, just measure good, as we all should, then measurements might make more sense for those in charge of government!
None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
Who wins or looses in accepting bruises, who shoulders the weight without escape, who’s in disguised for other’s wise, in selling News be faked.
Just ask one’s self in viewing stealth and snoring to ignoring, are eyes so blind in sleepy time yea’d missed excuse for losing?
What motivates those who partake in selling us immoral fakes, amen to men who sell pretends then run and hide in full disguise.
Try asking why before they die, if all their lies applied to truth-less in deceptions, abused misused the pedigree of PhD’s to some degree in casting sterile seed’s rejections?
Know that time for some won’t be nested in thy kingdom come, when roosted weight from such berates will weigh as boulders resting on those broaden shoulders!
None of us are here long enough,to invest our time allotted as exampled soul all spotted, that’s disdained in end as rotted!
Michael Chaffee
4-26-26
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This site is under current development and will be providing Expositions of my newest fictional novel in the coming months.
For the time being, we hope that you may enjoy some of his previous writing, in that of Ballad Style poems. These are viewable, by clicking upon the bold underline titles below, that will take you to the poem specific page.
Story Form Poetry…
Michael’s approach to poetry, is to chronicle life’s time sensitive experiences and “frame-in” unique retrospect observations for a variety of subjects.
His poetry often asks questions, that delve into a story form of dialog, and attempts to dehumidify the opaqueness in life’s dimensional boundaries of height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other. In doing so, he uncloaks an obscure appreciation for life’s perspectives and promotes his own forward looking conclusions.
In this approach, he captures the emotion that fuels further contemplations for the ever illusive meaning for…what is life?
His poems provide an opportunity for insightful discoveries, in that of ascribing meaning to the feelings behind the passing eras in a life and in taking a few minutes out of a given day and expressing appreciation for the pursuits as well, as the escapes!
It is in seeking out deeper meanings, that we become better known, if only to ourselves. After all, in the opportunity in which we are afforded life, isn’t discovery a key component to our journey?
“If not for the struggle, what worth could be measured in the gain”
My personal philosophy, is that when and if we choose to peer deeper into life’s meanings, one also honors the inherent obligation of fulfilling the gifts of one’s blessings.
In engaging these responsibilities, we pay homage to those who’s genetic chemistry forms our ancestral heritage and summons a viewing by those beyond the thin veil.
They are separated from us in this physical world but, we are closer than we realize at times and we are never alone. We came from this spiritual domain, and inevitably…we shall most certainly be returning to it!
However cognizant or not, that one becomes aware or chooses to lend ear and focus open eyes on the gift of intuitiveness, it can be equally scaled to the same degree, that life’s many questions find answers unveiled.
We may choose to remain asleep or become awakened and give the receipt of acknowledgement in the acceptance of something communicated by the Tableau Vivant.
Upon such a motionless stage, it is only in that still and silent cast, that meanings are able to emanate from the unspoken whisper behind the curtain and touch our souls.
To the exact degree that one may come to recognize the hidden domain where wisdom resides, …they also will honor the blood that runs through their veins, in making the formal request.
Realize that it’s origins have spanned eons long before our humanness was invited to partake in the warming of hands, while seated along side the tribal campfire called life on earth…hum?
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