Quit the sciamachy, after all these years
As I am, and always have been your fulcrum
Haven't you always heard my cheers
As I stood behind, giving you control from
And for your endeavors, and will until heaven welcomes
I am your pivotal point though worn
I let you shine, now give me some space
Please let me in my poetic way be born
It is my love for you I don't want disgraced
In all consciousness, this fulcrum embrace
Theme: Consciousness Fulcrum
Thought: "Driven by ego or is it love inked"
Date: March 09, 2022
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Contest: Consciousness Fulcrum
Walking, shrouded by the echt loneliness of reality,
I lost my gaze in the uniformity of chaos.
Souls in slumber, malinger around with an ever dying goal in sciamachy,
Rebellious against the fallacy within our Ethos.
As I stepped across these vast edacity of desires,
I alleviate myself from the conformity of reasons.
Excavating myself from forced judgement and guile empires.
Distant, detaching the maw for quantities of neologized Love.
Returning to self. To inchoation.
Susurrating under my breath while dulcifying my path.
Does choice comprehend life or destiny an absolute notion?
Drowning in mickle hopes while infinitely landing in the rough.
Though sessile within this flesh, I confronted the banal of my actions,
Experiencing the innate rebirth in an inane, fusty existence.
It's just! It's just! Confused and flabbergasted in knowing only in fractions.
I live dying in life, striving to thrive in absolute endless coexistence of inconsistent constants.
Let me go, set me free
For i can no longer bear the torment
Of moments past, such memories
Yearnings of old, too ancient
I beg, remember me no more
For your thoughts call out to mine
I've lost my soul, my heart, my core
And of late, even losing my mind
I hear your whispered promises
And feel your longing embrace
The zephyr brings your soft kisses
With a yearning that i can almost
taste
Yet all these, i know, to be illusions
For our paths have long severed
These are all but my delusions
To bury... to forget forever
*sciamachy: to fight your own
shadows
Time creeps along, slowly,
Slowly never ending,
Ending in remorse,
Remorse evoked,
Evoked sciamachy.
Shadows all about,
About me poking prodding,
Prodding at mine sawol,
Sawol of eternity.
Eternity of sweet memories,
Memories lost destiny unfolds,
Unfolds then enfolds,
Enfolds over mortal life.
Cruel life sleeps.