
Dependance on intoxicants to make the world look better, can paint an even bleaker canvas; yet at the time we can't see it. R+R
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 206 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 02-07-05 - id: 1828074
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Beautiful Intoxicant
by fabian cortez
Images sway amid
My strewn garb
Covers of night
Amass in a tangled
Knotted collective
To be dismissed
As I fall in neglect
Unconscious of
My surroundings
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"Just a small one",
How recurrent a
Phrase, to know so
Well, as flowing
Euphoria colours
My blackest truth
In recognition of
Our inhumanity
Make beauteous
A bleak existence
To forget
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Confidence invites
Itself upon such
Lenient excess, as
Spirits freedom
Counts such
Need, nectar find
So banish diffidence
Inbred, imbue potency
Yet lacking; collide your
Open enmity, for
None will demolish
Your demand, so
Often given credence
To disregard
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Feminine companion
Sultry n magnificence
Approaches; I smile
But to be thwarted
As bilious exhumation
Spills forth, "O', do
Not leave, not yet",
I cry out at tether's end
Too late hour, lo
Identify my needs
She goes as ever
Nameless, intrinsic
So gone
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You're here, bottle's
Persuasive comfort to my
Loneliness, warming
To my coldest hour
Sunshine to my darkest
Sunlit day, demon to
My avarice, in you
I cannot let go
I'll fight to keep
You, yet break any
Barriers indulging
Your absence
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I need to consume you
To make my world
Beautiful
Again
copyright©2005 fabian cortez
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