Elegy II
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-09 14:07:11
alter usual caesura casual royal bankrupt and a mirror of corruption like the emperor. Occurence of a new dimension infinitesimally coherent wish and plans middle point crisis tangible by the miscreant minute. I evaluate when i'm sad i never think straight but diagonal colliding collateral and it makes comprehend although i do away with syllables in the process seven at the cemetaryfor the ritualisticand the onestriving for an exitor an excuse for freedomfinallysave the sanctuaryinside the medieval bosomwords written in daub are lostfor the material is perishablejust as the fleshsimple is the feelingtoo undemanded to be upliftingthere is much to be lost in these days of created chaosand no redemption in random occasionsof void or reasonshe can wait evidentlysoothing is the rythmof lines one can encompassand the symmetry of syntax nescessitates a break,nested in the aching ofvulnerable writing in a public placethe vulturous mask displacedI verily need to get out of verseto magistrate over prosaic poetryfuck you pronounced three times like a prayer in the early morning so grieving and disabadingly beautiful i suppose or knownot/ and the memory has no intend but its own/stuck in the limbo of youth contrived by the inability of catharsis what am i to expect from this elegy that is failing to materialize/ and parallel to it my incapacity of pure feeling /and maybe just as you are deceptively playing with masqueraded innocence and they should go/ the shields/ and this address is no longer suited for calligraphy it is too immediate and deserves utterance in speech/ the moronic despair of existenceignorance/ naive and forbidden from everywhere but the streets and screens and you moan and whine and bathe in a selfishness so constructed so transparent worn desire an oprobe and i don't ask a response /or for you to emote because everything is clear in meaningless particles of sentiments acknowledged /yet why do you bear your smile i thoroughly do by the cause/ triumph and besotted victory/ the science of bespoke cruelty how very becoming on you and these lines fall apart desire a decaying house of my contructs and precepts all my prospects crumbling down in the afternoon grey solitary sky/ my move to say fuck you for valuing my presence as such and nothing more as what is given so wholehearted though the word is criminally horrid/ received with meticulous hold/ drown in suffer I do not compassionate for I gave my protect you wouldn't even look/ i have a self which i try to believe but in yr epic striving towards sanctimonious purity you would not glimpse at what i could be if i ever chose to be and not act a delinquent disexistence of strange prudence and flee/ from all these half encounters so tediously gone/ painfully unjust and wrong in the stabs they bring in reminiscence/ the beauty and time suspension/ maybe you just saw what was rotten/ and all this entire/ causing your elegy evidently dear to me only to be aborted at this precise instant/ so dramatic and inessential.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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