Was there a chance for expelling deepest contoured surfaces of heart?

Skies warn of events foreboding blatant larks;

Look without perceiving shrewd veils,

Listen without hearing invented tales,

Feel without touching unnecessary guiding rails,

Pace one's self;

No reasoning in hurry,

You'll only lather-in more worry,

Spare your light and keep at bay the need to scurry;

Exasperated spray of moon,

Disappearing obscenely quick and soon;

Spree arsenal against demanding foul slights,

Escape bile encrusting's weaving plights,

Your worth a mile of star-light,

Ever shining wide,

Forever sparkling bright.

A poem I had participated with for the first week of the 'may' competition over at PoetsPub

* V