Stormy Summits

 
Life’s unrelenting and sentimental past,
Our repetitious future,
Bound together by hope and fear,
Are ransom-targets for enigmatic captors
Preparing their next challenging demand.
 
Though some might shudder,
Such stress seems paltry
To greed’s hubristic blindness,
Straining to reach
An ice-capped summit patiently waiting,
Forever luring the determined.
 
Upon life’s storm-scarred peaks,
The shelter hut grins,
As past crystallized mistakes
Remain one’s host.
 
Within verve’s four walls,
Stocked with wood,
But not kindling;
Packaged nourishment,
But with past expiration dates,
A wedged open door
Enjoins icy gusts,
Dancing their last-note refrain
To hope’s frozen calliope dream,
Once a carousel’s innocence,
Now but a whirlwind of fright.
 
Many try,
But hypothermic dreams take over,
Delivering happy endings,
Knowing not delusions forever satisfy
Iniquity's model of successful failure,
Those rules of romantic notion
Denouncing Truth as bogus.
  
This often impossible journey,
Today’s repeat of yesterday,
This perpetual Phoenix
Ice-covered in its ashen nest of flaming contradictions,
Affronts reality like some whirling dervish.

Humankind’s gluttonous nature,
One’s anomalous Leviathan,
Clings like tempestuous aberrational cotton candy
Frozen on one’s tongue of childish deceit.
 
But…
 
Climb,
Grab,
Crawl,
Go they,
We,
Us.

Malevolent impotence,
Prone to bowing before
Control’s infantile persistence,
Becomes perpetual drippings
Enveloping misguided yearnings
In unforgiving whiteouts,
Evolving more layers of fossilized missteps
For the glaciated history of mistakes.