Amor Tristi

His love and hate are nearly the same.
Her love and lust are always mixed up.
Something that they love to see.
A generational tragedy.

Hear them now they gnash their teeth;
Waiting for the first misspeak.
Preying on the mass confusion,
Addicted to their choice illusions.

Saving face with frame of mind.
Memorizing cryptic lines.
Hypnotized but far from blind.
Separated from the sheep,
Though not looking over thee.
Gazing up at codes above
Acting as a duplex node.

Sometimes No one, sometimes All.
Sure as empires will fall,
With the rise of changing tides
Stay awake and keep alive.
May you rest and may you wake.
Consider all your spirits saved.

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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.

 

Temere Cognitiones

Thou who lauds be truest,

While that who measures soul in wealth

Be most ignorantly foolish.

Thy who tends 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 that we may bring is who we knew and what we learned.

Or So I’ve come to see, thus I’ll be ready when it’s time.

I’ve nothing to hold onto, No I’m not afraid to die.

Not that I am rushing my return unto The All

But life’s a lonely bore and I won’t miss much when death calls.

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 within his 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.

Adfectantibus Romanis Cantor

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.

Patior Passionem

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.

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Thank you all, that’s it for now.

Glad to see your still around.

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Adfectus

Bite marks, and scratches.

Souls Quenched of desire.

Lighthearted patches,

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.

Shackles undone.

Back home we’ve arrived.

Beautiful and alive.

No longer deprived.

I’m glad that you came

More so that we tried.

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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