The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Ride wow

Quick to the fast!

Fast to the quick!

The ride to the fate
Is faster than the fate frees the worse

Velocity knows the bank
Blessing has the faith

And the seconds of fame are busy
Years were all in agree.


Despair eyed

Time
Seeming sterile
Simple years bettered
Blessings missed but meaning
Limited by the pending grave

Forces of hope on controlled absence

The sword is not seen to cut the damned.