He who lauds be truest,
While he who hides behind his wealth
Be ignorant and foolish.
Thy who grows thine spirit be the wealthiest of all.
He who grows his power has the mightiest of falls.
The game of life is not a game that we may play for keeps.
For when the time for death comes round we forfeit what we’ve earned.
All we may bring with us is what we’ve done and learned.
This I’ve come to see, and I’ll be ready when it’s time.
I’ve nothing to hold onto, and I’m not afraid to die.
Not that I am rushing for to be brought back to The All
But life’s a lonely bore and I won’t miss it when It when I’m gone.
ergo It seems of late the best of times
Are when I’m not awake.
So never waking up
Sounds rather pleasant certain days.
I don’t want to come off as selfish for the live I’s given.
But I can’t shake the feeling that this world is carceram, prison!
I guess it didn’t always, but I’m not one to complain.
A bene placito life has done me well I’d say.
A contrario an emptiness does sit and swell inside
Since you’ve taken leave a mari duque as mare I sigh.
I have become a wretchful mess ab imo pectore
I know it’s all my fault I’m not sure whats left to say.
I am sorry ab intra still Absit invidia
I hope that you fair better than I have as of late.
Ad absurdum I march to see the madness in my fate
Even though I’ve pained I know it’s I that has done wrong.
This Actus Reus burdened long
and hence There were no words I’d find to sing it’s song
But the truth is that I’ve grown so shy Ive lost my voice.
Ad interim I guess I’ll pass the days with text in hand.
Often times it feels like I no longer have a choice.
I may have lost my track of where this poem had been going.
And I’m a bit uneasy of the feelings I’d been showing.
But my scattered brain it needs release from time to time,
It won’t always make sense but at least it always rhymes.
We find our Pedem Litterae where I may say goodbye,
To all that I have written as I send it toward the sky.
Swapping spirits through a screen.
Both know not of what they mean.
An arm for rent details the scene.
He utters nothing in thousands of words.
She who keeps running but can’t stay away.
Feels so absurd, you confirmed that today.
Unsure of how but minds have been made.
Both of them know but neither will say.
The holes in their chests will be healing okay.
Yet without force more than each other to thank.
With gazes that rob mortal souls like a bank.
They finally find who they’d hold to the grave.
Who these two are I cannot recall.
It might just be you but it may be us all.
Both in their voices held sounds for sore minds.
Neither aware of the treasures they hide.
Better to not stay stuck in the eye,
When your being pulled through onto their side.
The only mistake he could make now is lie,
Be honest and free yourself from your own ties.
Every question is asked for a reason.
If she can have trust than forever she keeps him.
Else they may both stay in limbo forever.
Leave they may not till they walk it together.
The writer tries but cannot deny.
The visions of her flashing past his closed eyes.
he follows the words of the unconscious mind.
If only he had realized what you felt the would time.
Maybe that would close their gap.
But for now he needs a nap.
Now that you’ve been synchronized.
No one else may catch your eyes.
That goes for both you and I.
Here’s our chance to feel alive.
One that neither want to miss.
The story starts a nervous kiss.
No telling where it goes from there.
And tell he not but ask she dare.
Chaos chose its favorites.
Now we’ve nothing to forget.
Free from all our past regrets.
The wall between us shatters to bits.
Your my cage and I thy chain, you thy heart and I thy brain.
Since my hook met your refrain.
So glad that I rode this train.
I thought I’d never feel the same.
But I smile more than ever before.
Ever since you came aboard.
Essence mined of endless dreams
Polished into abstract scenes.
Brought to life in A through G,
Sharp o wit did give a squeak
only such yet not a squeal.
Eager for what time did yield.
Needing not a premise known.
Absorbed in tones where scenes revealed,
Poor intent of past instruction.
Shattered truths they must conceal,
Holding back the future’s prize.
Waiting still for our trust to heal.
Abundance of idea hints hope
Myriad Patterns left with ropes.
Dropped to us we know not Why.
Something wouldn’t let us die.
Someone wanted us alive.
For reasons we may not surmise.
Once was he a lowly wretch.
Shunned and sticking close to death.
More than once these depths were waded.
Many times hath stood persuaded
By no one but our other selves.
toward pursuit flying serpents
Despite us knowing all to well
The only word for this was fail.
Sadly still we kept on trying
Desperately to catch their tail.
Til one day we’d had enough.
Left the lives we thought we loved.
For hidden paths to higher ones.
Took so long to understand.
Where our feet and minds should land.
Endlessly we searched and scanned.
Weaving plans for to escape.
Finally they’d taken shape.
We lead ourselves back through the gates.
The lost had thus become the found.
This costed not, we earned our ground.
Learning now to paint with sounds.
Yearning travel, wayward bound.
Thank you all, that’s it for now.
Glad to see your still around.
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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