I walked along the road in nowhere
Seeing only the shadows of nothing
Then suddenly something almost real appeared
And I was sent somewhere in the absence of anything
Here the nonsense of the unreal was codified
And the theory of the ridiculous was lived daily
So that the logical was absurd
And the rational was only a syllable of nonsense
So I laughed with the emotions of the ancients
And thought with the thoughts of the dead
So that the result was as real as this unreality
Of infantilism and hate mixed with rage and desolation
I asked myself where I was
Only to hear an answer from nowhere
I asked why I was here
And I heard an answer that sounded like nothing
So I laughed with the laughter of Seneca
And gave in to the non-emotions of the Stoics
I sensed that I had finally arrived
At the end of the road in nowhere
He begets the inferno within
Such impediment to one's
own happiness
Covetous in his own disguise
A condemnation to misery
Constrained to emotional infantilism
All forlorn and empty
He can't attain anything
other than froth…
Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy
He begets the inferno within
Such impediments
To one's own happiness
Covetous in his own disguise
A condemnation to misery
Constrained to emotional infantilism
All forlorn and empty
He can't attain anything
Other than froth....
The picture was precious.
The infantilism made one breathless.
The pupa indolence was exquisite in form.
I watched those transmogrifications transform.
Diamonds in the ruff would bring the monarch prosperity.
The rarities of their beauty confound.
The eyes behold profoundly.
Their wings formed from the cocoon.
The pupa stage is now devoured.
One day it will become more than just a flight.
They will develop a sensitivity to their fight.
They will know that the wind is not to embrace.
Therefore, they will find a safe haven from the storm.
They will live their life span because they have been informed that
they are diamonds in the ruff.
The imagery of animation has been defined.
A diamond in the ruff is within those lines in which the writer metaphors
life to the imagination as a chrysalis stage.
Sagaciously seen via phases is eruditely engaged.
Imago sexually matured but diamonds in the ruff until life formed is
to procure greater days.
The butterfly will always affect nature ways.
Diamonds in the ruff are sages.
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PENNED ON JUNE 12, 2014!
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