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The Yoke Of Frankenstein

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The Yoke Of Frankenstein

I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I seek a place that broods not on hate
But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye
I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart
Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!!
Let me not succumb to such ardency
Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny
To extract such murky ardor is all I ask
I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task
Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude 
From you, I have averted a heart
That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon
Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me
Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake
I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty
For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment
And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how 
much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who 
aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.”

*Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious *


                                                                                                    ~M.M.M

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  1. Date: 3/30/2011 4:27:00 PM
    Nice take on the theme of Frankenstein, Mary

  1. Date: 3/30/2011 1:57:00 PM
    Smile ~ Very passionate and beautiful Soulful painting my dear! And, to stand humble afore one would definitely mean to give reverence unto them; especially if in fact it were due unto They ~ Also, amid the radiant hues of this splendid verse I find many different colours which speak clearly their voice unto myself in shades I Am able to somewhat understand, my dear ~ "Amazing Canvas Brushed Again Within, 'Profound.'" ~ "Love, 'Always,'" John!:) ~