Saturday, August 15, 2020

Divisive Trials

 

I lose essence at departure sipping clearer waters. such strident feelings or emotions damn near bent if but such branches to catch his fall. those eyes would fix me they ruined me it was a life sentence. the jungle laughed the miracle bled I was released. such torpor to bones so familiar our gift while running naked. to know insanity to kiss her cousin while a room was filled with old ghosts. I tugged gravity I drank the blackhole I was sucked in loving you. so wry so unclear so fraught by beauty. I gun further asking questions to understand its lonely walking. as never an inclination, while to ungird palms, or wish something so cruel on the journey. such riving torn by chance or looking at body too much for one man; where I complain I ask for loyalty but have I satiated the interior gremlin? I was diffident those years. I became an animal. I’d be left to tell what the mind is shy to assess. I was razed so kleptic while gutted for the slaughter. Love was heinous a true maniac such filth in our centered portrait. but oh for love or sick for mechanics while a man is often defeated. to feel it coming, where age is at war, while appreciation for something so insignificant; so sentimental as ash on a sleeve or a chimney to his lungs. so parched for a sated jewel. so disgusted with his reality. while maintaining a glimmer of passion. how to develop with snails aiming taking position as working on his brain cells?   

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...