In my wake, if i were to awaken,
O' wakeful wonder to wrench mine withered eyes
Aware'f the withering summer haze
Out in my bright eyed future, out in my cross toe'd path
Pompous poppies t'prop mine withering body
Lest f'saken soil shall chance this chance and enwrap thy very soul
Whole, wholly in unholy disrepair
Where thy feet ne'er make a pair
In my wake, where bottomless bile surely shalln't sate,
Grace be with grace whereth fate form'd nigh near'r thy hate
voracious, inherent, timbered'n barrels
Embedded beneath thy bedded tomb t'ferment
Fraught feminal petticoats bed thy bones'n skin, t'sit within
Barrelled quarrels quashed'n quaint fricatives,
T'lace these afaced wicked motives.
Foot befitting feet b'fore foolish faces reverberate foolish vows
F'petty petticoats liven' lieu'f laced love.
In my latent wake,
Tend t'the petty posies
T'prop mine body
Towards th'lascerating ladle'f love,
And into th'deepening dish'f self-hate.
24//8//25
Categories:
afaced, hate, longing, sin, sleep,
Form: Free verse
i wonder, how thy earth moves
i wonder how, man decides the meaning of marriage
is it not bound by force, is it not a core of constant acceleration, 9.8 meters per second
is it bound by the imaginary book of rules, is it not based on core of trust, honesty, love
why shall you stay quiet in front of a lion, but behind, you fight, a fight worthy of an sultan
you lash, and spread as a cobra, but afaced with the "enemy" you are nothing more than a domestic pet!!!!!!!
then in all, my dear sir, shall you answer thy question
why must you decide the fate of marriage
is it wrong, to marry the one you love, besides the boundary of gender
is it wrong, dear sir, is it
that you must decide thy fate of marriage
freedom is prosperous, freedom is not limited!!!!
Categories:
afaced, inspirational, love, philosophy, political,
Form: Narrative