Do not allow them to torment you
for too long they have had their way
spiraling in an undisciplined wave of torrent
you were subject to every passing phase
They came at you
in heavy bursts until there was almost nothing there,
rolling in persistent current, circling, whirling, winding
in a convoluted curl, yet the days have come to pass
and in them you have grown
No longer the victim of vicars and kings, flourishing in their sagely stream,
as a new man is now upon us confident in his thought,
bold and gallant willing to stand anchored amidst the tide
For what a harrowing onslaught it all really was
They certainly did it to you there, surging their might,
casting you into such a horrendous fight
Twisting and turning into the glitter of a neon night
In the undulation of an infantile swell in a sweltering wind
releasing rippling thighs in a private world, taciturn in lethargy and torpor,
the revelation of all that crosses vacant, though in an adolescent world
with tantrums so perverse that they could not be released on a summertime stage
But perhaps it is understandable to think of life revolving around the real-time sediment,
that may exist within a leather cask, a lovely pouch to be fondled and caressed,
moving about unsettling the chaff in the heavy rudiments of an empty thresher's mask
Still there may sometimes be a need to conform to the dictates of the day
however oppressive and tyrannical they may be
Yet each passing granule may often lead you to the beach, and there you might find it, refreshing sauce that may ebb and flow in an intermediary meal that may reconcile
the differences about other things, snips and snails and puppy dog tails
For craving has no limit when you think about it, a steady rivulet to exercise the mind
Yet a cantankerous wish may present a risk even in a poem of serious intent
Beware of the poachers as they will threaten, and a nursery rhyme they might take,
sometimes a chocolate egg filled with caramel and cream
Yet there is much to be happy about, raucous adventures still exist,
but now you can cover your tricks as you knock on the door into an abyss
Because there must always be a satisfying stroke, dilapidated vessels in the meantime, man-o-war, navy flotilla, junket, craft, administer a tender merchant ship