Portal of eclectic neons
door of illecebrous sounds siphons
when you wanted to give me
you never said for a while
salavic eclipse per epilepsy
test of the taste then a bile
like a swing in the atmosphere's mood
scared earth passionate puke
next the sky seemed to be soothe
catharsis resetting her view
I never held back
like the waves pulling her muse
contractions of zeal moistened hard
supine sand tracing the tune
chaperoned by a virtuoso,
torrent complimenting the blue
undaunted, feigning its strokes
catharsis resetting her view
This mouth counted its syllables
tossed each subsequently
watched them dance dribbles
erected a mood in your feelings
like the wind and tiresome trees
the former a bow from the latter drew
shriek a shudder, tortured trees
catharsis resetting her view
I'll love no more,
feelings transmogrified into glue
like winter firstly to the earth draw
catharsis resetting her view.
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*Note*: A reflection on the French form of Poetry entitled 'Ballade'. Let it not be mistaken for 'Ballad' of tragic attributions.
I seen it in the pale blue dawn
rousing....chocked full of diligence
silent running wisdom bliss
monsters seen with seldom fist
Zenith prized this heroin kiss
Shooting heat in cooker piss
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
When doubt nibbled at my soul
Love flew in and turned my mangrove
Scoring the most important goal
That love landed in my alcove
All of sudden the way forward grew clear
Wondering why I couldn’t see
The prize that’s always been mine, holding me dear
Wishing me
Well through thin and thick
Through affliction and pain
Asking only to love, to care when weak
Broken, mistaken, I searched on the wrong side in vain
Rummaging through emptiness
Groping in a forest of indifference
Probing for warmth in the marble coldness
Blinding me, steering me from the influence
Love held for me in store
Waiting my heart to gladden
Although the momentum of progress I broke
Wishing I could float in a happiness den
When genuine, serene, pristine
Love stormed my blindness
Telling me clean
Intentions it’s held to free me from the stranglehold of sadness and loneliness
Like a powerful magnet
To attract me to the bosom of love
Not through tricks and mirages of the Internet
But through congenial commitment that love peals on me shove.
The other day my beloved asked me to do her a favorite I agreed but it's going to be a wild hard travel, yet she accepted. We hit a desert road to Alcove peak, under that mountain we lighted two candles. We were going down to enter alcove, there she gazed at the roof then to the ancient books. Randomly she picked one asking what this about. Aldebaran and Altair I told her so. We had a good chilling/hot night. Good morning :)
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