Can you comprehend the surveillance?
Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation
Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll
Your existence in cadence with its animation
Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation
Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade
If only mortification was your apparatus
Feasible would be your liberation
To fracture your damnation of kismet
Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance
Of my authentic ipseity concealment
Penetration of veracity remains abeyant
You confine my chassis to a line
An unhindered, forward faced, entity
Blasphemy, impudence, and your curse
Liquescent, manumitted, and your marquis
Flashbacks of lifetimes past, occurred moments ago
Destiny of a soul, iota of my jest
Your obstinate and averse species
Enslaved to stigmas of my amusement
My merited eponyms you endow to others
Fate, karma, spirit, soul mate, life and death
All components, all puppets in my phenomenon
For I am the Master Puppeteer, I am Time
Categories:
manumitted, adventure, allegory, betrayal, character,
Form: Free verse
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Loose
Such pounds
Triumphant
Light as feather
Calories - metabolated,perspired.
Oppressive and tyrannous weight in arms
Manumitted
Light-weighted
Looser
Wins.
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Categories:
manumitted, health
Form: Tetractys
You are my savior and my special soul seeker,
You've unveiled me,
And unconfined me from my boundless illusions,
Free from this great fatuity;free from cloaking and suppressing.
Now, I am manumitted,
The veracity and the fact about the demon within my body,
You've conceived the reality,
You've seen me behind my veneer;the existence who was hiding for a long time.
This is me.....
A product of dispute and ignorance,enigma and sufferance,
A product of doubt and delusion,agony and demoralization,
A human of insanity and madness.
Have you seen the other being in me?
Take a gaze,
Of what I hate
Of what I love
Of who am I.....
The real me!!!
The great occult secret that was immured within my soul,
Now, do you imagine and see
Everything you desire.
Do what you want
Take a little glance
Have a glimpse
Stare at me...
Look at me....
***A Backward Poem***
Categories:
manumitted, introspectionme,
Form: Dramatic Monologue