Beauty's Cache

Therein lies your beauty testify to me no longer of dandelions and daffodils of butterflies and bumblebees do not chant as crows beyond sight scatter then gather in frigid naked trees diseased with discord disaffection malfeasance. The recompense for transgressions lays waste to beauty’s cache of finery of magnificence of splendor do not disgorge sorrows breathlessly from your heaving chest that conclave of muted dreams vague and dreary do not yearn for lovely things that evade you elude you avoid you. Talk then of gnarled paths overgrown with weeds and thick brush and rotting moss sing soft melancholies into indifferent airs scatter your tributes breathlessly entreat this soul to yearn ache desire for hues of sustenance those colors those images those portraits of secret truth lying in wait for the impact of despair dismay distress. Therein lies your beauty your truth and your essence yet do not brave the chasm for it is conquered it is besieged it is occupied by forlorn sages aching to know what chance their hopes had from casting dreams and illusions and secrets undetected into blackened pools of wonder. Even dread Beelzebub hot with rage blindly jealous with furious hatred ravenous for vengeance who rose from putrid ashes who rose from rancid death who rose from deadly hell fiercely intent on doom is but feeble and infirm for scarcely could he barely could he set ablaze reign terror wreak havoc on one tenth of the thousand worlds within this volatile and eremitic imagination. (click the pic for Angst & Anger)