Monday, April 28, 2014

doubt - the sonnet


Doubt is by definition - illusion.
One lives, or dies and nothing will stop that.
Religion and faith add more confusion
by giving credence to a kind of hat.

Faith in day during night welcomes the dawn
much as love blunts loss while it wears down grief.
Again life sniffs its muzzle like a fawn .  . 
CLAP ! goes thunder - fear being the fucking thief.

What is, will always be that which one does,
be that sucking for air from a wave-ride
or clawing for same after a war-plane's buzz; 
There's always choice - with, or against the tide.

This choice is not always easy to see,
and doubt that not, for it's reality.

042814 jts
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