Within opulent oblivions of misconceptions
We lay the dormant dreams of redirections
Factitiously falling into the antagonizing abyss
Relinquishing the love we misguidedly miss
In search of illusions of celestial spheres
Vacant voices voided within emptying ears
Still, I’m falling through jaded judicial jells
Where baleful beasts show us hidden hells
In corrosive corners of our inner dark
We spot a pinhole of a sedulous spark
Thus we salubriously stand thundering tall
For we shall not fatuously faultlessly fall.
May.16.2017
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Categories:
fatuously, analogy, identity, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
O moon, to you I turn tonight
To you I smile with hidden delight
For in you I found my own charm
For you did ring up my love alarm
A love letter sent to my door
Signed in red ink, Moon
O my darling lunar Thor
I accept to be your SailorMoon
O moon, in your rays I bath
Your beauty I shall not scath
You are my only reason
You are my only passion
How to reply to your letter
Fatuously do I wonder
Maybe if I close my eyes
My glee shall turn to your skies
O moon, love me more
Make me the wife of Thor
I shall rule each of your molecule
As the Queen of all Majuscule!
Date : 8th April 2013
Categories:
fatuously, adventure, fantasy, heaven, love,
Form: Quatrain
Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound
With the zeal of a new couples tasting a love heartily profound
Never imagining their pampered sparkle would ever reach atrophy
A persisting whisper like the howls of a one thousand wolfhound
Driven by lust, the fervent fervour fatuously never faltered my heart
Desire has simply dyed my insidious sensation with colours agleam
With ease, the prey has fitly fallen into web not using a single dart
Night wiped the eyes of conscience, sanity swept in a sea of steam
For sweet sin never countenances evildoers to venerate the extreme
Bed saved its sheets for passers-by to err, the game began to start!
© Guru Jad 2013
Categories:
fatuously, relationship, romance,
Form: Italian Sonnet