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Chaos-My Captivating Muse

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Written: February 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brushing butter onto pastries, squeezing crimson hues into the void framing long days that slip into short years, freckles and dimples waltz across familiar faces, In the frame, a forlorn fresco flails, A turbulent outburst has its consequences,  and guilt gnaws and darkens. sifting love from anxiety,  right close to anguish, purpose plunges into pandemonium peril, crafting my own whirlwind cyclone. I’m the architect of my chaotic riddle, threads intertwine, and logic weaves  through layers of conflicts, barefoot, I boldly navigate amidst the chaotic confines of my mind. A disjointed duet emerges,  driven by daring desires. Consider the captivating allure.  that lies within chaos grasp. Winding webs of sorrow in a warped window whisper their hidden marvels. Pandemonium purrs playfully,  piercing as gusts of katabatic winds. Strangling on chaos cruel breath. An artisan of agony, I shape  the contours of turmoil. Self-scrutinizing strife sparks smart choice. A flea-bitten fog of chaos flutters over a furious rock, pours over a bottomless chasm, Disorder and disarray are my loyal mates. Chaos is my captivating fuel. An empty abyss echoes with erratic visions, and the enforced decree fails to fetter a fierce refrain. Bound by chains,  The narrow ambits stifle my scope. Yet a serene vision shimmers. beneath the chaotic surface. Luminous outcomes eclipse  the peculiar paradoxes. Carrying the bleeding burdens the bittersweet troubles of love's breakdown, fearlessly facing fervent zeal. Fabulous, fashionable flair drives spirits toward splendid symbiosis,  seeking soothing warmth  to secure stunning successes. Constructing confines, We sketch straight lines.  scrutinizing shifting shapes,  sidelining shallow appearances. Unshod on battered paths. I wander within woven walls, with wild, untamed yearnings, tempted by turmoil,  I twirl to tumultuous melodies, casting kismet to the winds. Charming tunes call out.  to castaways caught in chaos embrace. Tenacious times may not endure, But resilient souls may not prevail. as chaos claims us all. With a clear awareness of wild worries,  I wholeheartedly welcome the clamor of chaos.

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Date: 2/10/2025 11:03:00 AM
SP, Taking a world of chaos and making a great life in this realm should inspire us all. You certainly have a way with words and expression. I really can't get over it. Kind of like can't take my eyes off of it. Your choice of music is making a great afternoon for me! Smiles!!!
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Date: 2/3/2025 10:32:00 AM
Great poem, Las. Full of feelings.
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Date: 2/3/2025 8:01:00 AM
Yo there Sotto. I took this remarkable poem 2 ways. 1st, an insightful way of handling the chaos rising in our lives & world. 2nd, a la j alfred prufock, this as the love way of donald j Trump & his chaos to power, as well as Elon Musk. Chaos the people enough & they wont care what you do, they’re too weary……
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Date: 2/3/2025 1:58:00 AM
- Woow ... excellent, Las ... the feelings inside and out ... best wishes in the contest :) - Have a lovely new week :) - hugs
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Date: 2/2/2025 10:07:00 PM
Ah dr sotto, this is so well written and has unique lines that flow with such creative alliterations! I love how youv accepted chaos as part of life and more in such a wise manner! So many lines stood out for me especially the ending in this, "We sketch straight lines. scrutinizing shifting shapes, sidelining shallow appearances. Unshod on battered paths." powerful! I love how you've mentioned that we scrutinize shifting shapes! That speaks volumes! A brilliant take on the prompt: best wishes. Sending you light always
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