Emptiness - Soul Hunt
Written: April 27, 2024
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Seraphic, sibilant wisdom,
a grace-gorged vista,
nestled amidst
pristine propinquity
verdant grass & violet hues
hiding, unbeknownst to an abyss,
that felicitous elixirs flow into.
Limitless lines linger in
an empathetic man
Full of cerebral cracks
dazzling discomfort
his spirit dwindles.
Causing chaos & confusion
self-pollination with drugs
utterly devoted to a process of
cholinergic stimulation,
rattling of acetylcholine
yet his mind is hampered &
seeking humectation from
arena of agony,
avoid claustrophobic corridors.
stay out of enclosed spaces
peacock plumes bloom
eagerly swallowed
momentum whiplash,
bestowed slight injury.
crises collide, coiled.
he pleads and begs.
Oh, Lord, will you reveal?
Spasms of shimmering shades
whilst malevolent masterworks
a world of ubiquitous meanings
slashes of scarlet silver satin
sly and strange souls sway songs
emotions eradicated
still, verse-wired wings linger.
ecstatic to write for roots of life
a tempest smolders in his eyes.
Amid iffy weather
he was tethered.
by white-feather streams,
he may still tumble.
scrawl and the squall,
yet, his endeavor stood tall.
It destroys his soul.
It's a triumph of mind &
a direct path to his heart.
Seraphim, his cosmic hosts,
the pinnacle of a cosmic sphere.
It is now a conundrum,
a middle that's humdrum
tangled and untamed
he views himself as a parody
disarray placed him in jeopardy
giving him no remedy
until the threshold
a tainted soul blew into a threnody
all rest is vapid.
an occult core covered squalidly
his heart sings a poetic melody
his spirituality is dwindling?
I soar to heights unknown
concealed within heaven
with angels grasping at emotion
I recognize the reason
I inhale the scent of juniper
and unleash unforeseen wonders
as nature's mystique unfolds,
I can't prevail over such odds
over a beckoning angel
a figure with a scythe
sightless and grim
shivering, lost in despair
my love whispers
yet my craving
remains unfulfilled
words consume me incessantly
swiftly approach
lost in the depth
lessons elude me
Lord, retain me anchored
I still detect the white.
yet, feathers are stained with blood.
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Sotto Poet
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