Sunday, August 16, 2020

We Hate Ourselves, Others, Or Both!

 

so much discomfort or disconcerted so dear to one hating his guts. some paradox while we redeem our homes by being of service to others. a neat gazelle or so frightened while a man is hostile; namely, a creature, or calmly angry, where certain levels become a threat. so reborn in dalliance such reason to fly or death at the cul-de-sac; sweet gorgeous elements, nor did time feel gentle, so much death delivered to so many. by daybreak or mourning by saffron rose so scorned where calamity meant morose interaction. so tried for six years so battled with nuance or subtleties too gray to claim a petition. so skilled such prowess while one might be in your thoughts; as dancing by anchors or chiseling a masterpiece or plain disgusted with you! one class desires power, another class has consensus, by war we come to label dysfunction. if but some slumber some agony some guilt…! as a man needs something chaste as to condemn for boredom where something raw is too damn devastating: such precious curse such a neighbor’s proverb as accused by self a late morning shower. so jutted from soul while unraveling behaviors where a person needs something for clearance: those dear distractions those self-prescribed axioms, such angst, nonetheless!

one craves for acceptance, another for power, where others desire a loving family. some answer to riches, despite, credentials, where something deleterious is forming into an abstract. our bothered hearts while whittling our standards, or to settle upon something ignoble: as ambiguous status, from a lower vessel, as, notwithstanding, an incessant climbing; if but to see anguish or to touch grayness, we must repudiate anything acceptant; for lawns are aflame or science is undressed while two shall never meet evenness; such controlling hawks or damaged prophets where most anything is disappointing.    

   

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...