Me and the missus live in decent
sturdy accommodations (formerly
Schwenksville Elementary School
ofttimes referred to as prison,
and manager as the de facto warden),
albeit not so shabby nor chic low income
quite modest (rather unmatchable cost wise) 
low slung building we rent,
for mere dime a dozen
pennies on the dollar,
which facility lacks no shortage

of gossip mongers
with mail delivery major event
whereby many old people smelling of unguent
housing faux superman
thumping flabby chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around

    
…and now that I am retired
I am getting more tired
doing nothing—
It’s more strenuous,
One never knows when it begins
and when it ends.

Wife, still works,
Kids, all grown up and gone.
Now, the days are purposeless
Nights, sleepless.

Too much is going on
in this beautiful world
with some stupid people running amuck
So,
I sit by the TV and worry.

At a whim or a spark of inspiration
I sometimes sit and write.

But, all in all
I bide my time
I wish for the night to fall
And,

In the light of autumn skies,
one might sense this blind turbulent endeavour,
raptures veering like some wanton thunderstorm,
behind dark moon frost allure,
amber leaf vortex among bemused grey clouds,
gust-ridden disco blue hue,
tumbling high jinx from skyline moist beams,
damp rot urban shed cluster,
nomad squatter plight,
so at odds with pending freeze,
summer folly red blaze passed,,
heatwave immigrant rues latent scorn
a strained close quarter riddle,
never ending once an everlasting phase,
now deep chill month outlier,

Mountains fall and seas divide 
and impossible things may seem
but where there’s despair  there is and faith
and where there’s sadness the consolation is near.
Every breath is a chance to reborn,
but to be reborn you have to die before dying.

I came into existence, naked yet clothed
with innocence and unaware,
bathed with my mother’s blood,
old folks heard me cry and were so glad.
I came not into this unknown sphere by my own will
and I will not leave of my own will
but i will drink the wine of the mystery
and become drunk with anguish, fear and love.
So short, so precious a life,
a fragile life under threat.

Loneliness, Emotional pain, walks with us through the day,
and sleeps with us through the night,
Tears that is not visible to the naked eye,
silent screams that no one can hear,
feeling of relentless distress,
Trapped with nowhere to turn,
life is changing beyond our control,
someone else is pulling the strings,
causing this deep ache in the bottom of our soul.
but remember, for every soul there is a soul that touches yours –
Be it the slightest contact –
always there is a gleam of faith in the darkening sky;

No matter yours truly an atheist,
I consider myself fascinated with my ancestry
x cited regarding: upcoming
Jewish holiday fast approaching
by the bewitching hour which doth hold key
to Chamber Of Secrets to – me
analogous being Sorcerer's Apprentice
as you will read and see,
though impossible mission
to proffer extensive family tree.

Courtesy of Google, this grown man
linkedin with tribes of Zion
indulged curiosity of mine
proudly harkens, (particularly
as he doth accumulate orbitz around the sun)
from Semitic ancestral line