Fourth's Corner Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The story of the human race is the story of men and women selling themselves short.
Abraham Maslow

Fourth's Corner

Neither there, nor here,
nor anywhere near;
this road, that street,
two intersecting lines;
time, as motion,
one moment's stilled events;
second's slow chant,
aligned as light's true sign;
or wit, or wilting
circumstanced mirrors;
chanced step, one takes to walk
astride closed minds';
money's jingle, wakens
fete to futures;
counts slowly toward,
each thoughts suspenseful times.

Returning now, thoughts passed,
on one's corner steep;
assumes hand's cusp,
and coffee's sips hold truth;
self-denial breeched
again, thoroughly;
yearnings tone, eye's tastes',
in spiced autumn's whet;
mourning's warm yet nears,
each year's passing chimes;
calmed clear, mind mirrors,
stationed stoic's hymns;
living's preen life's bright,
expose' time's chagrins;
seer, clears room light's shine,
expiring's soul claims.

Consider then,
these wooden floors alone;
the ceiling fans,
coffee bar, opened doors;
crossing street, mind's eye observes
time's reels;
time when and where,
thoughts stop day's slowing hours;
reflection's glints, light's flash
off shushing's glees;
flying chrome aside,
young waitress coffee pours;
shadow's slide erased,
by this rued day's glooms;
slowly descends, quiet
noon's soothing showers.

Awaiting mood,
or moodiness return;
judge not this scene,
for truly what it is;
life's moot, unless our works
equal heaven's;
this thought broods in soul,
with mind yet at ease;
complete, these ideas
of place, time, and birth;
once the coffees done,
visions greet one's eyes;
demise, such sighs
release, these signs to rights;
again the views, and thought
prepends soul's ooze.

Eyes close slow now,
this morning's coffee downed;
table's top once cleared,
sets midday's new slate;
retrace, rethink,
refresh loosely linked thoughts;
content's soothe,
Id realigned now creates;
mind's bolar grazed,
idea's wawl so resounds;
omitting this, moment's stage
taints mind's state;
purviewed focused strait,
impetus for change;
truth's staid;
word semantics, settle debates.

Cornered knowledge
breaks one's boundary claims;
opening each mind,
to street's corner games;
mindsets, bewray thought's edge,
dripping of stains;
doorway's quick shutter,
outs those men to blame;
danger, it's presence shines,
misshaping living's;
requires awakep,
to stoke time's inflame;
cloaks' thrown, so cover
the masses in chains;
keys turned, unforgiving,
heads hang in shame.

Fourth's corner mindset's hold,
molds raw brigands;
rising Hestra jeers,
neo-con's moot shiest;
hidden thoughts,
await one's moments capture;
swash swayed nationally,
wakes Hels' sorest;
agenda shown, cedes
this freemen's country;
society's flux, fobbed
through deceit's gulled swist;
exposed putsch, portends
blood's stains on our streets;
dilemma's mourn,
our nation's pledge abaist.

Reality's flared torch,
thought's mind stretched run;
breath's labour raged,
Bast's ruin, caste driven;
weeps so does fate,
life's time bleeds quickly;
ardor's abuse,
exults crepitant minions;
searing sword saves,
cry world's masses herein;
future's vision revealed,
human's number halved deeply;
tears fall, fully drowned,
uber hass' hakenkreuz risen.