Insomniacs

truth is

If ignorance equates bliss

we’d all fade in the abyss

But †ruth is insomnia

and †ruth is insomniacs

can’t die in their sleep

†††

justAvoice4Him©Aug2016

Artwork by start-static at http://www.deviantart.com/art/Ignorance-is-Bliss-57677691.

Illusory Life

ethereal breath

Insane delight of a moment

Fades even as one owns it

Ethereal Breath breathes the omen

♥♥♥

A voice says, “Shout!”
    I said, “What shall I shout?”

Knowledge Comes

This leaves me in awe of Lord Tennyson’s poetic talent- and near tears for the sadness of his life.  A short biography helped put this poem in perspective…as if he wrung his heart and out-poured Locksley Hall. 

Locksley Hall

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ‘t is early morn:

Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.

 

T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call,

Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall;

Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts,

And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.

 

Hoard

She went around pre-registered
for her own eventual absence.