Why seeketh joy when thou art full of sadness;
and seeketh peace when thou despises the state of bliss?
And how will ye knoweth when thou has reached happiness,
while thee chooses to sit on the throne alone — full of restlessness.
And the cheek of thee to speaketh to me of thine wonders of thy life,
and yet in turn speaketh so poorly of thine friend or wife.
Thou does ask me to depend on thee!
Why should I bend to thine request?
As ye again turn from those defenceless or alone.
Thine contempt for all whom pass by your door,
leaves no room for hope amongst the shadowed poor.
I seek not your form of happiness,
for thou art but an illusion upon the shore of selfishness.
For t’was a time when we knew joy — in simple things;
playing, learning, growing tall with life so full.
And now you seek greater toys of delusion —
philosophies of exclusion.
Speak not my friend of harmony,
for thy words sting sharp in me.
I listen for thine heart I once knew,
know not now the one called you.
I watch your moves across the globe,
and wait for the time to disrobe.
I seek thine will in your words of impassioned style — empty vile,
and I too wonder when it is that thee shall see
the folly in such selfish spiel.
Speaketh not my teacher of new found wondrous delight.
No, not to me this cold passionless night,
for I wait for Compassion’s call —
when we again fill our souls with the joy of innocent fair,
to be shared with all. So sleep well my friend adrift,
for thine actions and words I know not of thee.
I lay in wait for thy return;
I sit in silence and pray for thine enlightenment.
Empowerment comes to those that commit,
does not dwell long with hypocrites.
I abide in busy-nest, for I too seeketh the joy of life,
and wondrous bliss, I await in silent prayer,
and stay where compassion leads mine heart to bloom.
© DjA aka “Crowmanic”
