Told ya

I was told: "Future favors the bold;
hare dost not drink champaigne;
donky not raze nor campaign..."
Configned to the confy chair:
"Still lone wolves chests ridled with shotguns bold!"


Shellshocked, splicing a hair;
who could prolong the moment of craving?
Calling shotgun or silent in stares.
Going up or down the stairs;
while the values and virtues go ensnared!


I was told: "To be or not - out of the question -
to doubt ones self and means to an end.
Attitude is a success!" to correlate altitude;
whether you wither or transcend
spontaneous in selfloathings combustion...


If morrow never dies, and world is not enough,
what to endare more to venture yonder?
If all hath been suckled and drank to the last;
then no secret is left to be seen and ponder...
Isn't it dull to live on even for a cough?


Pain is the answer, calamity the remedy.
For life is seasoned with distress and agony.
Every precious moment becomes special;
emanating spacial resolve while the life is short...
At hand - to live and be content is the greatest of fun comedy!