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.
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.
Bite marks, and scratches.
Souls Quenched of desire.
Contrasting the fires.
Nervous and wired.
These Courteous Liars.
Tearing to pieces.
Each others attire.
Slaves to themselves.
Yet Grossly inspired.
Jumped from the shelves.
To the lives we acquired.
Feeling so good.
With leashes untied.
Back home we’ve arrived.
Beautiful and alive.
No longer deprived.
I’m glad that you came
More so that we tried.
Alluding toward vessels of great apprehension.
Magnified 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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in eight dimensions.
seeds be sewn
beneath thy sentence,
To yield conventions.
When the sprouts
go grow and bloom
Well harvest masses
Of attention so soon.
How Rapidly far
Well spread these roots
To drink the liquid
Through knowledge tubes
bled From books
we’ve loved and read
And every doctrine
of remnant blends.
into my head.
like outbound trains
knowledge for freight
invest for thy brain.
Lest we bow down
play role of the slave.
Piss on the laws
we care not to break
Let anarchists bend
Till they form a new shape.
lie in wait for the take,
Please carve us a path
to most fruitful of days
For chaos in truth
Is ye fruits bore of fate
May Pattern and irony
Be locks of the gate
Thus keys it requires
We’re hid for defense.
Passage be granted
for kind and the wise
Though of its location
I cannot provide
The trailhead to follow
begins in the mind
From there it will take you
On journeys to yonder
To Speak we will not.
But Surely we’ll ponder
And ponder we ought
For ages we wander
With nothing but thought
And as a condor
We may fly
Yet unlike you
Way may not die
For when our bodies
Our soul will not
Our spirits stay
So do not fear
Thy natural death
And keep these words
Beneath thy breath
And so until
We write again
And be our friend