On being: A poem 

Without reason, punch no holes in character 

Animosity may be a product of circumstance 

Our subconscious knows past, present and future 

Yet, sometimes there’s knee-jerk reaction to incidents 

Our smiles are always solidly ours if not sold 

Necessity is not old, greed makes us cuckold 

Pursuit and perseverance make us very bold 

Though the dead go to the grave with stories untold 

Even rejection may bring us cause for much freedom 

The selfishness of others gives one added wisdom 

Power corrupts, opens up the soul’s Pandorra’s box 

This world is a tinderbox. Men have Medusa’s locks 

Circumstance makes an enemy a strange bedfellow 

A clever person knows too well how to avoid the gallows 

The chameleon-Casanova knows how to avoid winter 

And talk of the flatterer, who is the ablest hunter 

But honesty and truth be the livestock on your farm 

They may have no rich dividends, but amazing calm 

When there are no disguises covering a humble arm, 

eternity will possess the fate lines of your palm 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

One thought on “On being: A poem 

  1. This is the Kalyug Monte – what can you expect . Its takes more than one type f person to make up this world . everyone is only playing the part they chose to in this life … No one is good nor bad, just some souls shine dimmer than others

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