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| My Poetry |
| "A Soul Never to Be Liberated"
A universe captivated inside an eye Inside this universe lies a realm of woe untold An infinite of perished dreams Inside is an angel Forlorn from angel-kin Not some divine emissary Nor a prophet of a god Just a single soul in a void unending This angel is not man or woman (And shall be referred to interchangeably as such) As no true angel is It does not belong to the seraphs or cherubs or any clan of god's admirers Her face is icy pale His wings pearly white Eyes luminous blinding light She sobs all alone regretting failures She has sat unmoving Staring into an utter nothingness, for a length time can not tell He is a beauty With tear-stained cheeks and long mercurial hair Magnificence is such none can ever portray him in his entirety Through her mind prances dark chaos From her weeping eyes flows the anguish of many From her lips come the lamentation of plenty In the wound that is her heart embedded are the sins of all He is the embodiment of deviance He is the keeper of our suffers Guardian of guilt Human bears no torment that can equal all that she has endured No agony can measure what he has tolerated She complains not He struggles not She loves us despite our errs He protects us by holding unto himself this woe An angel desolate in a void unending Just a solitary soul in a universe within an eye Forget not She ails to embrace He agonizes to defend "The Purity of Being" To be lost and forgotten In this maddening crowd of existence Fancy the morbid love's embrace To be with no identity Hands dripping with innocence Bearing the righteous wrath of allegiance The summit of Odin's hands grasping a valiant few To contrive a life through battle Extending a touch and kiss Allowing lust to surpass reason A finale frozen in one tender moment Romancing every circumstance A chorus of adulation to a faded phantom Refusing all passion to serve a minion of Atropos A fruitless venture pervaded by infinite regrets To give art to artless praise To be enveloped in a myriad of convictions A split second of light Blood is blood just as water is water An intricate weave spun perplex "The Purity of Being Part 2: An Addendum to Existence" A coalition of ideals Utopian goal with a narcissistic method Apathetic to the inevitable Revolutionizing at Gaia's behalf Having no doubts and no mistake Ignoring contradictions onset Mocking the jaded scythe Steadfast in all their ignorance Enduring anguish for another's sake Protesting nothing as freedom is shorn Expelling life and inhaling a consuming plague Mothering every breath A proclivity to a propensity of their own will An immutable want to reprove the cosmic arbiter Eternal fear of love sublime Sinning for the brightest star Multitudinous titles to ascribe Every moment a modicum of plight All souls are but a single strand An intricate weave spun perplex "The Purity of Being Part 3: Widening the Circle of Life" The epitome of aplomb Born of golden blood and striving for more in their veins Walking their final steps as if studied Nobly standing against poverty Hypothetical quests and eidolon heroes Prognosticators of an impossible euphoria Blind to the surreptitious touch of Hades Dreaming of a perfect world For sooth of daemons Story tellers of an intricate inclination Fettered and castigated by honesty Lying if only to assuage Venturing to re-shape the mold Anomalies to the pretense of normality Attempting an end to be remembered Conforming to the non-conformity Encircled in a limitless universe of paths Eternity of seconds and minds No hearts go untouched An intricate weave spun perplex "The Purity of Being Part 4: Another Step To Human" Predators for no profit Brought about to chase mighty nature away Too much assurance will be their downfall by the claw Hunting the feral Steadfast and dull in a predictable circle Desperate to build their own planned world Know for nothing and forgotten for the same Deep in a curving route A painter of words and sculptor of articulation Expressive of human plight and joyous light Carpe diem or stoicism, the way is of no matter Writers of writ, rhyme, or prose to their defined play Pristine soul and unblemished past Untouched and unversed in unknown temptations undoubtably to be accepted in forever love's embrace Behold purity in a sea of corruption Choices abound and decisions to be found Caught in a struggle of limitless length Conflicted between morality and eventuality An intricate weave spun perplex "The Purity of Being Part 5: A Touch Upon Simplicity" Genius minds of the idiot age Razed in society's womb Never to take a foolish step except for the final Philosophizing each new world in turn Devoted to the lip and tongue Mistaken messages in unignorable pleas Danding their movements into Hel's open arms Songstress of sin in pure fashion Prancing around in religious fervor Adoring the pantheon that has survived since birth Forever renewing in the goddess' womb Pagan pain permanetly present Savior and martyr of the undeserving A miracle unto Earth Beaten and bruised while wearing a crown As such any one human can attain All to be seen in every eye Flowing ever into a spherical vast Perfectly flawed in a designed mind An intricate weave spun perplex |