Chains and Wheels

Sprint back in time
and read the textured mist
Take heed of lores
and tick the flowing truth
Strength kills the strong
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my son
Ply time

Stroll down the age
Soak up the tales
and let fools be fools
Moons mark the mines
as words cage the wise
Hurry or tarry...
It won't change, my doll
Stay time

Stay, stay and regard
There! Be our guard
A story starts, a moral ends
The tale of tails wagging
and slides of some flailing...
between their legs:
Go in arrant strength
come in errant shame
Mind time

Chains for wheels, all move
Wheels in chains, all moored
What be food be hood
What be drink be brink
The wise be fool again
the tough be steel no more
Measure! Be thee my guide
Pray time

As for strength, I seek
As for soul, I need
Yes. Grant both
In wisdom, in words
In wishes and wants
Ha! Set me free...
by the power of sage
and the beauty of tales
Yes. Be home for me
Hear time

I'm so tempted to comment on this piece! No, I will not. I will not spoil the fret & fun of the reader. No. No, I won't.

Let's sweat it out, and share the spoils of war!

Clock of Faith

A soul once sold
in the cold
not giving up
so looking up
living each day as gold
A soul once ate
by the gate
not looking in
so soaking in
leaving all things to fate

From those trickles
came some tickles
in time
From same channels
rolled the kernel
of fate
Musings met musical chairs
A note will connote
the turn of fate
by faith

The first door, just in time
Promise galore
The foothold stuck in sly
Dodges galore
Then the swing, the wind
and old things be gone
Dangers galore
A note of hate, a word by fate
The soul lingers in thoughts
and lumbers in pain
till the deal be finally sealed

Pray timing and time
old wind was new again:
Same soul
Same fate
And same clock of faith
that has ticked for gain
Trudge on
It's the trip of fate!


There is a story behind this story. A hardworking and bright mind who, like many others, was unable to secure a commensurate graduate-level job. From petty selling (hawking was more like it!), serving in faith activities and spending time around our zone, changes and openings occurred...and a job came.

It was much anxiety for the recruits because they got no letter, no pay, lots of empty assurances for almost half a year! Then more changes. And mass sack - even of those yet to be paid! How faith works....and fate runs: The worst blew away, just as it came.

As I regard the scenario and pondered its mix, it was clear to me that our purpose and posts do matter to fate. Some truly fine workers lost, some maginal performers won. By all scores, this soul ought not to have lost. The tabs just didn't add up....

Alas, faith and fate assured the scores!