2024 Poetry, Verses and Rhymes

Inquiring Splatter

What questions linger?

When all this glitz and whatever kind of glitter

Falls into the floor and smashes

The very fabric of your reality down

To the ground crashes

Into every ounce of pound town

The reality you live in 

Worlds collide into the very reactive motion

Sensors and tripwire commotion

Small movements that are filtered accordingly

Walk past you in slow motion

Just like the squeezed lotion

Flying through the air and circulating thoroughly

Compounding every emotion

With little to no option

Position and medications

Ready to consume the heavily amalgamated poison

Some questions don't want to make sense

Just like the pauper who needs more than one pence

A lot more than just a few cents

But my question to you

Why bother with  life and it's providential residue?

Stuck in the maze

Filtering through the haze

Of how come these places make it easier these days

No, more questions involving the reality we are stuck in

Or I am in, willing to involve you as you are reading this

Yes, but the sense for every question makes me ponder

Some more on a pleasurable tight squeeze with well endowed grits

Yeah, the question of how to gain purpose

Makes my mind spiral further into the land of the morose

Here we enter the fork way of questions

Whether or not you gain purpose from attaining a goal

Or the goal not reached yet a life fulfilled puts things in the right motion

But of course the sense of things needs precaution

Heavy emphasis on the things that need enunciations

No not the unnecessary routes to emancipation

Just the one that got you where this needs no further adjudication

Simple means and simple things

Read through the lines of the wondering echo

And those ancient siren that sings

Complete with all the paraphernalia and steady wings

No pathway except the north

Heading for the signs that lead out of this hell hole and going forth

Implementing the steady goal 

But the questions remain in this shoal

How to gain the definite suspension of disbelief lifted?

More money more problems?

How rich do you need to feel fulfilled?

And why am I in trouble if the whole truth is spilled?

Capitulating moments that filter through the inquiries

But these thoughts don't face the wall

It faces the elaborate maze of questions that form

A pathway for many and route for all

Into a massive overlaying matrix

Which gets more questions in

Like why bother getting out of bed?

Aren't we all going to end up dead?

And how do we escape this existential dread?

Who has the ultimate answer to all these?

WIll we get these questions answered when we die?

Hopefully we will and do we even need to try?