Coffin Discouraged

O You miserable sod, bat-shaped
and keen as ever-linked hidden will!
Global efaction, still you yearn
stumbling with fear in human ills -
Inviting comfortless death -
What more do you ask?

Like a coffin to soil - fashioned
ten foot under and still yelling
Close-pack'd, echo'd obscenities
last word unblest, birth an affliction
No more near, nor far and the individual
withers putative, under-filed God-self!

Come with me....higher and higher
every day with thy finer fancies fed
And to change like a baby, into
a new world singing at the top of your lungs!
The steadfast rock, immortaly redeeming
life revived, and lived at ease!

Hereafter, you shall not be less
next moment, oppressive restraints
Within the well of thane own heart
charmed Nirvanic stream, and to the wind;
More sweetly, mind sobered, sadness ended
three rivers ran, as keeping morning rose -
Night and day, in this or any life time

For your good - overleaped happiness
escorted as lights and shadows
Now beyond the grave, ignorant ransom
and spirit of emulation, unflinching soul
Those eyes, where lovliness command
wholesome bounty of life, coffin discouraged
Now - despair empty possession, relocated!

Titch





I am emplaced, everything induced
in the great journey and to arrive by comet
Of luminous appointed work in life
to which conscience gives its full ascent

©Titch K 2004