Quivered Portraits

Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile Going back to my roots in my ancient realm of thought and thoughtfulness along with it, along with it, with it Descend after a free-fall will end up making us lose it all in denial But, ascend forever after a fall of failure Comprehend me constructively I’m feeling more or less distress like a jailure Cure me imperfectly and cleanse me I watch you flee from fears of the unknown I blotch out the midnight sky of all-alone I hit the ground without a sound and I am home-bound, losing control and I can’t let go Unless you hold me close Unless You hold me close I chose this demise Don’t seek me — I’m not wise I sought you like a prize, Then you despise me and talk behind my back…I won’t give in to your lies any further Blot out my sins Oh Lord of Accord Unravel mercy upon my fragile, torn and forlorn body of nobody’s business whatsoever Graze in your own maze I am sugarcoated in the haze of the heat Yet, I am freezing from the reliance of habits that devour me alive and harm me more than good and beats me raw and bear I just need a couple hits of the bong you are smoking on since a long time ago Gaze into my eyes of no-lies, but I wonder why no one seeks me out like a million dollar prize See me through the lows and highs Someone out there… Please Save me from me Feels runs me over infinity X infinity You’re there to rescue me from my grief that’s brief To give me everlasting relief at last! Just leave the past in the past — good ol’ grief Start talking about the future and it will come to past! Squandering my time time after time Pondering if you’ll ever take me serious and actually consider my needs I’m breeding blasphemed high hopes and the old news and blues of yesterday’s dismay I’m needing some kind of relief from the grief inside that burrows inside me like a rodent that’s glistening in eagerness I don’t know exactly why I felt like writing this jibberish But, I wish you’d surrender to my lack of loneliness and anguish Because I need Your joyous serenity I don’t need self-pity and the feels of your sympathy or your hypocritical empathy It’s unfeeling, dealing with this pangs of pain — left unhealing and unbearable unfortunately But, wait! God relieves me I just had to wait up on Him I should’ve known His timing is the best, not ours He grants us powers to overcome And succumb not to wicked desires Or irksome hurtfulness that wires our brains to self-destruct in devastation Write with your might If you could, can you please forgive yourself And I will make sure to do so as well Feels disappear and venturing into the vanishing vortex of avarice until it transforms into true, utopian understanding that leads to everlasting Life Without that icky, ugly and revolting strife and drama like an argument between a husband and a wife But, let’s not go there, love of mine — I feel for you and I feel you doing good Keep going and reach the finish line Of the race before us like we all should There’s so much noise… Can’t find my quivering voice Drowning in sheer commotion Chaotic in oceanic motion