As middling love was to unwind,
all the nous churned and grind,
where do i go to search and find..
the peace of the commoner,
is all I have,
fecundity grives in some corner,
making me appear stupid and naive.
Why was spunk a goner?
charm and panache are sad loners,
uneasy in the current mein,
Maverick in me is all maimed.
I see and pass without any thought,
Ideas dont rain in this drought,
punch me in and punch me out,
I shall come back and reign without a doubt.
Laughing with the rustic,I despise,
Where is my..? fire and Ice?
Grunge and bold,asquashing tame,
I aint a pretty little dame.
Intimidated are people by me,
Am I supposed to be a cutsy queen bee?
This aint going down well with me,
Thats not what I see,what I see of me.
Cute boys,cowboys,playboys,
In the land of the lost,
Wannabes,pseudos are living ghosts,
aint a pretty sight to make a toast.
Mind comforts with lowbrow and petty,
Alright,alright,I wont sweat it..
I see the bloom of the new doom,
I'm too real to fit in and groom.
Waiting to finish with the mad quest,
rhetorical fancy aint a bequest,
The charming dance...
Of the wilted romance,
is not what my platter made a request.
Is there an unruffled gut?
that dont taste like butter peanut?
that dont change colours to a new sun ray?
when sun dont shine on a cloudy day..
Will that be your new birth-day?
Chained and armoured with clusters of myth,
bygone beliefs or surreal mischief?
unexplored domain,underneath the rim,
did you ever care to go down and swim?
time people forgot,
time sans fags and faggots,
time you alone cannot touch,
it aint no philosophy of the dutch,
time that people thrawt.
esoteric heros,todays mock heroic,
fossiled from an old relic,
boxed in derision with sinister lick,
feigness is what people choose to pick,
picturesque it to a click clique.
bliss of ignorance be fined,
to ursher qualities divine,
a new recepie,a new cuisine,
of living a life,is what i derive,
shedding the shadow hunters of halloween.
is happiness an infancy?
evinced by adam and eve?
before awakening evermore oops-a-daisy,
from the forbidden fruit of grieves.
viscious circle of distrust,
all sacred things deep in Earth's crust,
happy to lay underground and rust,
than stay on top and turn to dust.
the soul learns atlast,
in the midst of dismay standing aghast,
bare and free in a new dominion,
awaiting a new life,a new origin.
What is to claim?who's to blame?
When transgression is volatile and tame,
glories of past and fame...
are bygone,whats new to aim?
What if His figurings are wrong?
and the Holy God has follied?
Will the soul get soiled?
In satanic fashion,we be boiled?
Supreme has nothing new to learn?
In the heart of darkness mortal alone burns..
how many errands the soul has to run?
To have his mercy and be one?
Beauty and old scars,
mind and soul is at war,
to summit righteousness of a Tzar,
A game of quid pro quo,a bartar.
Good alone aint good enough,
Fanatic prayers is the see we sow,
Why does He always wants us to bow?
When we can choose to progress and grow?
This entry was posted
on Thursday, August 18, 2011
.
You can leave a response
and follow any responses to this entry through the
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
.
.gif)
Posts
0 comments