In tears rising slowly from pain long past felt,
the song of remorse seeps from my eyes
honored by sniffles and sighs born from penalty -
one of disdain for frivolity of passion and the madness of age.
Too often the misuse of attraction leads to a fractured soul.
And a fractured soul begs pardon for mercy to the undone,
the unraveling of self in a parody of judgment and casualty of more.
Crazed happenings veil the demons sourced of sepulcher,
and villains seek vengeance over summertime leisure.
Crimes modern and distant as stars link ages to eyes
and thoughts to minds, as criminal mystery yields action to lore.
When severed and passive, the thought of love dies in hand
as the willow whips the last strand of creation back to a moment in hell.
I would hope to see glimpes of heaven in the eyes of angel
were it for the fear in my heart, familiar and present, timeless indeed.
Should a gaze cast through and the prism unfold, the world would be one.
Would it be that I could see she through the darkness of heart
then the pain would dissolve and the tears freely fall -- a storm to come.
the song of remorse seeps from my eyes
honored by sniffles and sighs born from penalty -
one of disdain for frivolity of passion and the madness of age.
Too often the misuse of attraction leads to a fractured soul.
And a fractured soul begs pardon for mercy to the undone,
the unraveling of self in a parody of judgment and casualty of more.
Crazed happenings veil the demons sourced of sepulcher,
and villains seek vengeance over summertime leisure.
Crimes modern and distant as stars link ages to eyes
and thoughts to minds, as criminal mystery yields action to lore.
When severed and passive, the thought of love dies in hand
as the willow whips the last strand of creation back to a moment in hell.
I would hope to see glimpes of heaven in the eyes of angel
were it for the fear in my heart, familiar and present, timeless indeed.
Should a gaze cast through and the prism unfold, the world would be one.
Would it be that I could see she through the darkness of heart
then the pain would dissolve and the tears freely fall -- a storm to come.
2 comments:
wow. that was completely original. i found your name looking for an old friend through facebook and saw your link to your blog.
good stuff.. your brave to keep your journal and thoughts out listed to the unknown public as so. but im your first and perhaps only comment....although, i have to look up some of the words, it is original and unique. ;)
thanks for the positive comments. indeed, an artist/writer must risk oneself by being open and visible to the world ... perhaps I should be more active to promote the works!
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