Monday, August 24, 2020

The Ambiguity Of Meaning!

 

sure certainty in so much a person also with sword to feel alarmed. remedy as kindness or subjected to silence where behaviors are blueprints. bellicose resistance or sturdy linen such capture or submission. as handled with silence to hate aggression while a man has said so little. if but to adore such as philanthropists to die with each liaison; as unbelieved souls trying desperately if but to outwit our natures. many fists to pillows. many pangs to birth. or songs to meters. I aim high wilder those streets such venom to atmosphere. I listen where it chatters, or undress features, where one might remind of the great schism. so at love but afar from love while needing to be absorbed by love. where wrongs are abbreviated or given acronyms in hope they might dissipate: to imagine in a woman, something so regular, where many are anti-morals. such repeated behaviors, in different souls, where a psychologist looks at patterns; or a psychiatrist, listening to justifications, while wondering about its scope. I hear stories about protagonists where one is solely a victim; it disappears in me, as I analyze, piecemealing obvious constraints. (such fire in an introduction such years at perfecting it, where it comes naturally: eye contact, a slight blush, where charm is measured. but Love is adorable or Love is sympathy while loving you is not for debate. (a man to ideals, so afraid to play tether ball, as he complains concerning rawness.) but this is our age, depending upon our wants/needs/or demographics. such a war to find you in this small space while seated longing in imagination; by roots or treasures if to land on an abusive/demanding/satiating lover!) our spine for this piece, as it remains hidden, but a theme appears to us. (so spoiled those years, while so gorgeous those fears, so innocent with myriad ideas; if but his seed if but her measurements as creatures ignore so much.) I unlive to re-die if but to awaken accuracy. those dear pains, such as phantasms, where Love is swept by others. or ballet with musicals, where bodies need interpretation, it becomes vaguer than word-art!     

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...