A howler when I purse my lips
Cutting off my nose to spite my face
When on purpose I beat my chest in cribs
Where restraint, respect and reflection erase the trace and brace
Immersed in consistency, competency and congruency
Within realms usually teeming with compromise
For the sake of efficacy
Riding on the back of surprise at sunrise
In a panorama that suggests ability
To consider in depth views of interlocutors
Unless fragility and futility
Boosted by persecutors and prosecutors
Whose short-sightedness comes to the fore
Upon close scrutiny
Of the core
That accelerated the mutiny
In which self-harm metamorphosed into an illusion
Pushed to the limit and beyond conjecture value
Raising the profile in the full glare of the delusion
Whose true blue glue without a clue
Led me to assert the naïve notion
That a wrong could engender a right
By virtue of mere assertion
In benighted circumstances whose blight
Came undone
When far from earning me fame
Succeeded in repelling prospects of the pardon
For which I long as to my name I attached a plethora of blighted blame.
A spiteful taste of malice
Slithers across my tongue
Secrecy spoke in volumes
Before the words begun
This sensation it saunters
Into solar vacuity
Perpetrating sheer, faugh
Acts of congruency
In vain contempt I wallow
In the pillars of infamy
Whilst faint my ears waltz
To vindictive symphonies
Prolonged my strife be by humanity
Whilst I attempt to appease
As they flaunt their existence
To miscellaneous degrees
The English language resembles
Clouds of hyperbolic fallacies
In light of this hapless universe
They share an index of analogies
From behind cracked windowpanes
I peer at all that is inane
With repugnance I am slain
As I wince with disdain
I scarf reality in intervals
Reaping jagged grains of salt
Though helpless I am left
Pessimistic by default
I love polygons even as they are irregular
Within the tangled space and time
Rich angles become decisive corners
Tricksters of a memory
It was tender congruency at first sight
Delightful and captivating solid cubes
Even as they drooped into prisms
As they vanished into hues of essence
They trembled at degrees of tender touch
Fear not trapeziums of death
Dread not time exhumed from a tomb
She falls in upright squarish
Die, pentagon, rest hexagonal pretty rod
Wither on decagon fading acuteness
Oval memory is with cylindrical insight
Beauty weeps bulkiness of the volume
?what does a Spiritual-Person look-like?
do they dare to look and look and see,
with an essential-self in-congruency,
are they sloppy-solipsists for-soaking sentimental-reality,
hail'd by Mary everywhere on their pinnacle of doubt,
cross'd in-divinity, individuated against impossible odds,
a magnificent rebellious-angel both within and with-out,
so illuMentated with a fiercely-individual light,
or are they more often under
understood and out-of-sight
do they make meanings so merCuriously aware,
do they wear super-fantastic under-wear,
naked just-there, between their inner-whirl'ds and
outer-airs, expediting creative-destruction's negative-space,
a certain semi-someone somewhere
so enthralled with all the rush
at the speed of life
rolling with their body of cycles to
cross the thresh-hold of push and shove
just to make-nice...or
are they just innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy?"
Poised, utterly mesmerized on the potentiality lying ahead
It seems a dream descended from the sky
Congruency meets past preparation
Unknowingly there was logic in total impulsive bashing
My heart resonates the glorious void
Captured in a wingless open terrain
Peace and response
Change and connection
Something about ever afters’ that never last so best to capture laughter.
Do not refrain to frame a moment captured.
Snapshots that taught subsequent generations maxim.
Phantoms of past, present, and spirit can not fathom the fruitful scrutiny that lays
ground for disposition.
A lesson taught found more valuable than a penny.
Garner somewhat twice to learn two cents will buy boundless validity.
Endless resource found within affiliation.
Those bound not by secluded blood, rather congruency and love.
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