Victorium Solum

Of everlasting

ook-ha’d laughing.

Sweep the four, go.

Floor the Doormat.

New HighScore!

He walked and coughed and clocked and corfed.

Nined the oranges,

Got sevens to green.

Stuck in the race.

Between time and the dream.

Travels in switches.

We did not go fishing.

But Pissed on the dishes.

Swished so efficiently the swish switched to slishing.

Pleasing it is, when glitches bare gifts.

[please insert 25 cents to continue]

Just kidding next post coming soon.

 

Solum Mane

20 ticks past 8 He clocked,

and Slowly he began to walk.

Only for to sit back down,

Light a smoke to lift a frown,

Puff of darkened air expels,

Followed with a lengthy sigh.

Not the slightest bit compelled

This morning he had wondered why.

His phone did ring, the tone did sing

Yet he could not be bothered.

Half awake he gazes til

His mind begins to wander

Toward no destination

save for That of skies above.

Until he’d fallen back asleep

Even Though he’d slept enough.

Amicum Redire

Agony swirling between thy ears

Nearly bringing thou to tears.

That did cease when rest was sought,

Surprised was thine when waking brought

His eyes to meet and lock with hers

She who left so long before,

Now they all began to stir;

Every feeling we may afford.

Blessed we charged for to embrace.

Our souls did touch how sweet thy taste.

How bitter & sweet did reunite.

Even if just for a night.

Grateful just to view her face.

Typically not one to feel,

Yet this was a special case.

Off away my thoughts did peel,

Caught by paper not to waste.

So the show it still goes on.

On it goes, indeed it shows,

The path to that we call our home.

Where the heart did and does lie.

Lies our hearts tell you and I.

We try and try to outsmart ourselves,

So lay thy down besides the shelf.

There we’ll see what’s in his eyes.

The pain that grows in sweeping tides.

Cry you might but don’t feel bad.

This is all we’ve ever had.

Any else’s we may hold, must

Die before the quick and bold.

When everyone is but a thief,

Being dumbs the only crime.

What a beautiful relief,

To know that everybody lies.

Lucrum

Alluding toward vessels of great apprehension. 

 Mblack-and-white-dark-pattern-211816agnified opulence in spite of direction.

Casted about toward magnanimous corrolaries, 

Reeling back duple in velvet accession.

In pecuniary cappilaries flow efficiecy boundless. 

Reluctancy crumbled by ethical prowess. 

Amidst all desire rests unfeinged requisite,

Lastly our kind and sagacious be credited. 

Imbuing that parched with anti-Expedience,

To propogate sanguine pragmatic disobedience. 

No notions stood foreign of sweetness beheld, 

Abhorring of avarice environs propelled. 

We ought to endow our altruists well. 

Lest our sewn seeds sprout mercilus hell.

Best to devour what seek of disdain.

Rest through the hours desiring deign

Next we’ll be raiding the reigns in the rain.

Rhetorical overflows aimed at their brains.

Authority gasp at the sight of thy frame. 

Yet smitten, impressed with ye antics portrayed. 

We script and we dress up our words in the name 

Of misfitted genius that conquer thy game. 

Merely for tweaking all eases of play.

Want not reward, recognition nor fame. 

Seeketh the means for our passions maintained.

Lead us to that which we strive toward most. 

If directed to fortunes, we charitous hosts.

Though actions and judgements have milestones yet.

Intentions gagued pure by most pious of men. 

Why ridicule poets to manual toil?

Allow us to thrive by our laborous spoils!

Incentive toward living breeds that to create. 

Enriching creations may invigorate. 

Inspiration instilled by O minds of the greats.

Rekindling hope for the saddest of saints. 

Finally drawn are conclusions once sought,

Gracefully waiting till  prayers be caught.

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