OCCUPY MY TIME

Machiavelli said, “It’s better,
to be feared more than to be loved.”
A truth in history unfettered
Yet often truth is not enough

For whether fear, or love, or hate,
Our days are numbered with the dead
We strive to hurry up and wait
Regret the things we never said

A remedy for this and that
While fanning matchheads into flames
It’s something more than tit for tat
When finding someone new to blame

Yet, much the same the names we call
Hang sadly on the summer wind
Like prayers to gods or grace to fall
Or penance for the times we sinned

Macabre is one way to describe
Our fascination with the dark
We wonder why we can’t decide
To kill our darlings for a lark

Meticulous the details shift
Like sands beneath our blistered feet
On waves we find ourselves adrift
With love songs sounding not so sweet

We listen to those velvet lines
Convince ourselves it’s something real
Then hide our words in wasted time
Enraptured, we forget to feel

But feelings are as tools for fools
Who capture hearts, destroy the soul
While writing inside prompting rules
We weave our words to gain control

And what of gain that feeds our greed
Reality is warped you see
The gold we covet, needs we feed
Is lust incarnate, soil for seed

It’s easy to be merciful
Yet most would rather hold a grudge
We take correction personal
Feel as if we’re being judged

But judgement is a point of view
Like a vain manifestation
The facts we often view as true
Reveal our hidden consternation

Much like a dike plugged with your thumb
Eventually the waters burst
The past mistakes we’re hiding from
Will drown us in a sea of thirst

A metaphor for reservoirs
Is clearly unintentional
The way the sea reflects the shore
Makes life multi-dimensional

But please excuse my word abuse
It’s surely not magniloquent
Just simple trains of thought I choose
To occupy the time you’ve spent

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TM DiSarro