They, blinded by ambition,
armed with deadly ammunition
like agents on a suicide mission,
although faced with a lack of vision,
they hunger for a revolution.
When slapped with charges of treason
which unreported become misprision
they make the right decision
to surrender of their own volition
lest they attract a sentence of life in prison,
Rough night, sleepless night
Waiting anxiously for my change to come
Though without any redemption at sight
Yet I still wait until my change comes
Resting my rumps, peckish and famished
Scared of the dark, my mind wondered away
What is this place? oh my god, I'm finished!
My mind resonates with horrorfully beautiful sway
Lived in the darkness too long to face the light
My fears and curiosities yet unsatisfied
Yet unfailing my youthful strength and might
Soon will shine the Sun and my fate clarified
Though like a pilgrim, I've been target of furries and scorns
Still time and season in their course kept on passing
Yet another night of misprision, disputefulness and scorns
Then will I understand what exactly in favour fate is proposing
Suddenly my mind returned from the wonderland
Then I looked and saw fate pointing to the throne of success
Promising to lead until firmly I stand in my fatherland
Constantly reassuring that I am fated to succeed
By Mark Miller
02/27/2017
Misuse in efforts of conscience abused in use reliance on substance for short lived comforts.
Machine of status in a creatures stature drowns below layers deep beneath characters silent misprision.
Broken down stricken down kept down in love with dance enhanced in a chemical romance.
Debasement inside lying still escape became a symptom a hollow metaphor pained with commission.
Reaching above sensory distortion grasp a surface decayed by rolling streams of decadence remains of choice in past circumstance.
Luke warm sadness fills a hollow hole below in dark depths lies my long lost animal of tissue and flesh.
Behind barriers of nature and stage lies my feeble friend of first born sentience in wait for guidance.
No fear for being there he heals basal emotions in disturbance hidden from awareness and consciousness.
Renewal of unstable condition rising above atmosphere in impulse of mixed function in prose perceptions and feelings.
Looking down a fond farewell to caged friend I'll never remember or know until illusions of reality come haunting again.
By Mark Miller
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