CIRLCLE OF LOVE AND SELF-REGARD:
Here's now a real prevised time...
Some people only get you grimed,
Since you don't disclose your plans,
For them to know what's on your mind.
Even if you accept to at least opine,
You sagely do that through a mime.
And they see it as a very wicked blow,
That you opt and unpredictably throw.
Which makes them grow insanely cold.
Hence, they unwisely become your foes,
Who always try to kill your beautiful soul,
As they unnecessarily stand to oppose.
But they don't get to know your goals,
That you've kept in a well covered bowl.
Truly, as you work manificently to grow,
They assume you to be acting saucy,
Though you don't stay by being flossy.
Yet, whenever you decide to speak,
You're being tagged as a rebel on heat.
So it's good you've been able to decide,
To intelligently move in the best line.
With regard to your mind and heart,
By holding yourself deeply with trust,
In the circle of love and self-regard.
Piercingly epodic passages,
indistinguishable as snowflakes
to the discerning eye, perceived
as prevised precept,
distinct misgivings groveling
about ego's mucky absolution,
flaunting deeply defiled relevance
as a sense of self-gratifying value,
lost art's impetuous reevaluations mid
suspicions' efficaciousness
transference of slurred refrain's
beat tempo, cascading
between spaces forgotten &
remembrance's sake
swirled within inky ravishment
of acknowledged exhalations,
melodic memories' unhinged
metronome arrangements
played like escaped violin strings on fire,
the truth will burn a path of
whorling relentless reflection
dancing on quarter tone's double
sharp notes, tucked aside
as life's dispassionate poetry
unfurls in uncomposed madness
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