Gaining Composure

GAINING


Adorned was I to be born.
Yet soon deceived
through garments of scorn,
hapless and forlorn,
prerequisites for a life lived torn.
(Satiated was i, un-capitalized.)

Inspiring sparks!
fire to contemplate.
Meditate upon the state;
in which my mind gyrates.
It is a ordered plate!
that precipitates
my fate.
B'seder

Now! Gently,
Step upon step
filling the chambers of momentum
with cautious breath.

Cultivating emotion
and challenging desire
"Retire your wanton fire!"
I scream towards beasts of moral mire

Apprehending vistas of peace,
ascending clarity's peaks.
Resilient are the boots of pure intent.
Formative be the path which sincerity seeks

Treacherous be the path
of unchallenged rote,
desperation lurks in the shadows
of its sensual slope.

Radiance to be gleaned:
Standing tall,
The Mountain of Hope.
Engage a thought
become the pen,
transcend the margins of the note


COMPOSURE