Clinging to the angry gnashing teeth of gods,
Cursing the thousand misfortunes there endured
Yet in mortal terror of letting go,
We suffer.
A dying multitude,
We listen to drizzling turbines
Muttering darkly in the earth,
Turning the seasons in mindless procession.
We listen for the word of affirmation,
Declaration of purpose.
The muttering continues.
Born to pain,
Raised on affliction,
Aged in despair,
We go...
Screaming kicking clawing
We make our way to the grave...
Afraid of the Reaper,
We deathgrip our agony,
Clutch it to our hearts
And pray
For one more day.
Forswearing mortality,
Some are driven to the sanctuary of a creator
While others vomit up bad poetry.
Regrettably, you're forswearing considerateness.
Because of your deeds, my heart has been disparaged.
However, the faithful has devolved into the dreadful.
There was nothing but words scribbled on a journal.
It's a sincere pity you're sweepingly slighting kindness.
Placing the underachievers on a dazzling betrayal.
Escape the fierce curse of those who benefited.
If you tamely yield to the glare, he will rebel.
Some people keenly appreciate and admire your skill.
Because of your frailty, some individuals devour you.
Skirt and blouse - rejecting tomboy
Is never the cringing coy:
Very early dumps every toy
And her milky but effeminate soy,
Cheerily ever for the boyish,
Forswearing everything girlish…
A sex-change operation hopeful
And male-fun partaker in full:
Never the allergic to drinking contests
And exclusive-to-males protests:
Not when she has got her throaty bellow
And could say A Pure Rebel’s Hello!
Cleary not a put-up ploy
The mannerisms of a tomboy:
She’s the come-back soldier from Troy:
For a bodyguard, please her employ…
Already has she donned a thug’s haircut…
And can effortlessly tighten the loosest nut:
From the lips of bra-avoiding tomboy
Out tumbles piratical ‘Ahoy!’
Ladies and Gents,
I come bearing full my compense,
For all of my misgivings causing reader repents,
Upon further review,
the message I was trying to construe,
at times crossed over boundaries that originate in the pew,
Fortwith presently I swear,
forswearing manner seen debonair,
I shalt tone down the rhetoric whilst maintaining it's flair,
To those in the know,
whispers abound my style has begun to plateau,
this has filled me with anguish and tempestuous woe,
from my hedonistic head to my calloused big toe,
My blessed constitution moves forward yet forcefully with no fear,
For my resolutions, with some substitutions, I shalt devoutly adhere,
As we embark on this journey to the 2013 frontier,
I endeavor to wish All of you Good Tidings and a Happy New Year!
Harmless
as a rock dove,
yet shrewd and worldly wise-
but forswearing pretext,pretence
and lies.
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