Thursday, August 20, 2020

The Inglenook

 

an assemblage of mistakes an ape in body where human is calculation; such elision such vision to see you winning—the beauty of the death those eyes screaming where being alive is a feeling. such chatoyant eyes, I look at differences, I have met a dragonfly—by pure memories such loud laughter where he was excited. it often happens, where one will see you, such by determination to harm you; those spirits those diamonds while we purchased bungalow emotions. one was steady, such terror, where it was pure jealousy; I often ask a question, what is it, where one has more but desires yours? by redolent scents such sweet nectar as accusing self of infatuation; such a kid this way, such joy this way, where I would cringe to get too close! such creative codes, or focal length, while reading an influence—those curly graves those tempests winds while it was love to meet you!     so spoiled so bratty so unfaithful; imposing abhorrence, feeling its part, where most are sympathetic. I feel beleaguered while reality is fantastic as some damn curse!     those alleys they haunt where forests seem nice—the appropriate response, it rarely flies that way, while most are angered for they were studied; such intrusion sweet agony while a calm person is fighting demons; so paranormal or paramystic at some extraterrestrial matter: those internal forces where we never saw such eyes or so decent a man but so heinous inside; our courts our days our playwrights! so hard-wired such personality while some were resisting their truest disposition. so, it’s ease to bounce back, it’s terror to sense the person, it’s magic to touch the pain.

so convinced such evidence where it’s hard to evince; for most need easiness they can’t believe behaviors while a person might give the best of himself!      

 

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...