VOICELESS....

Its the new year with the yeast that ferments it into old
The sights, sounds and scenes of similar years stay bold
Making mild the mood of merriment reminiscent of malt
For the year 2012 is brewed in cauldrons that curse salt
My hope for new is but a forlorn hope as the new brew boils
All is old in the new and so are the sinews that drive my toils


Its not the boredom that bears these notes but the dullness of same
Life rolls and rile even the meek to brew wildness even among the tame
Same is similar to insipid dishes of recipes written by wrathful writers
It dampens even the daunting doom as would a requiem to bull fighters
That stillness of time and tide is an untold tale of turpitude in decline
Its a silence of tuneless songs unsung by composers driven into decline


Ive wishes of a billion spikes pointed piercingly at the fabric of the undone
Pins and pincers in readiness to dig into the tapestry and order it redone
Yet Im stuck in the mud and puddles of ponds watered by rains of ineptitude
My vocal cords are cobbled and coddled in haphazard hides of in-exactitude 
For the voice of protest has petered out drowned by derelict dams of inertia
Expression outdone by repression my tone meanders as if in a shrub of acacia


Yes, ponder asunder all arms akimbo to wonder what this grief is a song of
Yet you would not yawn in boredom if you deciphered the pain of the pay off
Its about what I do not to do and what I do not do when I ought to do that does it
The paradox of pay and performance amid poverty of paths that bear produce
The irony of unstructured structures and disorganized guided tours of toil
Where no input mothers output and fires of the hearth have pots of amber to boil




By Andrew Sesinyi
Timeless and dateless for a purpose...