so
many thoughts in you or such direction where smiles are courageous.
a
posy of roses such florescent aromas while we scream into pillows.
such powerful unrelation
such deeper contradiction while some books become scraping skies. to envelope
by sentiments or a gracious harmony at feelings playing tug-of-war; as adoring
your resilience but careful to hear your cry in an environment where we ignore
dying.
the
table
is silent
the
music is inaudible
where
kittens are resting softly.
such
spotless frustration such evident havoc where reality is not important; to
begrudge happenstance, or to understand facts, while it just doesn’t matter;
for when one is right the other is wrong and that is the song of this chorus.
should
one assert
love into a voided sky
where rain
rests upon brow?
it becomes rich analyses
over spotted fens where mayflies point to perception. it becomes living for
realities or shunning realities while feeling insecurities; for if home-base is
skewed, life is uncentered, where people begin to look displaced; those roaring
concerns into this roaring lion while others are playing pattycake.
there
is virtue in deliberateness or culture in resistance while agony in
unknowingness; but to life as it was, or to pavements as they are, where too
many stacked eggs begin to crack.
so lunar, suffused or
pious at galaxies too far to touch; or classical dilemmas abased or low such
clashing elements; to assert love as it seems appropriate but it changes
nothing; who cares for his love, in a world seeming a vacuum, while those
pillows were moist those feelings? as critical emotion spins into dynamic force
while all one knew was absence; so many reasons or so many convictions while
rationale has been inculcated. No-longer an individual, but more a parakeet,
where I long to meet the individual.
We
become feverish visionaries. We perish our dearest expectations.
