Principles of legitimacy
Is there an eternal metaphor for love?
Is forever a sinful oath abandoned in
an archive of poems with alienated alliteration.
Hidden behind simile and ironic verses?
Why does human interference place
an unwanted label on romance and dignity,
like a social butterfly and the tramp.
These oxymorons become lost in translation,
to simple minds with misinformed ideologies.
Emotions are felt through a balance that
define the impact of words and actions.
Principles of legitimacy have no eyes.
Lust is an internal bonfire,
a fragile candle dripping in wax,
burning the beginning of an end,
a cursed chalice emanating feelings long dead.
Carnal desire is a luscious psycho,
trying to balance splitting paranoia.
Trust is a double edged dagger,
when an asylum of triggers are resurfaced
through crimson, clementine and chalk flashbacks.
We all suffer from immemorial ghosts.
Life gives no refund for regret,
It knows our destiny is death.
Loss leads to a motionless existence,
where bloodstained ivory feathers of the fallen
float in the air from wounded warriors,
whose hearts have crumbled from betrayal.
We never forget the sound of heartbreak.
There is only one immortal emotion.
Love is a silent saviour,
reality in a world of virtual insanity.
Where petals and pearls paint hues of pastel peaches,
creating a psychedelic poetic heaven.
An enchanted melody with waves of serenity,
reflecting ivory shades from
the last phase of the blood moon.
Because some things last beyond time.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2024
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