( fair isn't always fair)(


Always Refuse



It is no shock how the arms of a clock
spins and spins and
space begins to attenuate and quicken
do I seem to hesitate to appear within a mirror
my dear forever the last to see
The error of my ways has grown
I groan what all is known
there is no single excuse which to apply
why a multitude of many waving banners
posting pictures of adventures and overtures
the body yet endures a little while so is said
Perhaps I've overstayed my allotted quotient of Grace
my feet no longer feel the way the earth is made
still there are moments in the sway and sound
drifting dreaming through currents of
sea soft rooms of midnights silken sable hair
comes a sense of utter bliss unto despair
because the days always refuse to play fair...



Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-01-28 at 23:31

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