Sunday, November 8, 2015

Glowering

So for sullen, but oh for beauty, to know it passes; and oh for
smitten, the heart to quake, to rake emotions. It was more a
grain, for pain to whisper, to feel for comfort. Years build
walls, plus aesthetics, to worship in silence. We see an image,
a gray impression, a childhood image. We see for you, a
feature in a maze, ablaze my soul. It’s but a moment,
covered in icing, a taste of sorrow; and less to hear, to fear
for sullen, a stranger’s voice. The passion roars, to blare the
Isley’s, to feel a beat. We echo love, to vibrate distance, to
lose for slumber. We lumber flame, to till a forest, a drifting
thought. You die so boldly, to rise so coldly, a psych on a
stranger. What for pearls, a shaded verse, to jog a feeling. We
give to it, to live through it, all night to drip for souls. Its
music a phrase, a cave my soul, to ghost through public.
You gave so little, to reap so much, to hush a second thought.
We spin bottles, to sit a closet, to kiss a wrist. Its vat to
heart, a vatic moment, to trim a voice; and every vibe, an
invite to beige, the deepest between. We vest in Teflon, to
melt through cakes, shook amidst feelings. The mornings
were nights, a sense of heavy, pulling at coffee. It’s now
for sullen, a tint of joy, to stream for contrast. We turn left,
to venture right, to bless where soul’s churn.           

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