
With wishes feigned of love unhindered.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 304 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2315653
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head in the clouds and clouds in the head:
day-dreaming, dreaming of the day
when you can run, when none can rue
the decisions made; a paid position
with unnecessary experiences, a variance of accessory
for criminal partners within carnal perimeters.
mathematically uneasy, measly unethical
treatment of disease – a demented tease
from cruel divinity; a vicinity of drool
and blistered ignorance, no bigot interred
for straight-faced lies; fate-laced tries
and noble attempts, empty bowls
for faceless vagrants; fragrant valiants
that girls, sweeping – swept – surely, weeping, get;
fairy tales, when tarry fails,
reward the genteel; the region leeward
faces the wind with wishes feigned
of love unhindered, but enough lingered
of past regrets with greasy rats;
some make a shell that none can shake or melt,
save for one; the sun wavered
in sky aloft as light scoffed
at trivial earth; rivals, turf
turned aside and earned two sides:
morning, eve; ever meaning:
death renews nether dues,
soil can tame toil the same,
life from nothing; the loving knife
of laconic fate blessed to blatantly confess:
no lies of hope will open eyes
of weary disbelief, or dissuade to relief
sinners content as contenders sent
to be saviors in hell, while behavior sells
sinful ideals in full detail
to the lonely and lusty who steal only
admiring glances – glimmering advances
of true falsity; full atrocity
of a world our own as we whirl down
to depths black: as daft beck
from leaders poor who peddle lore
of nailed victory and fickle knavery
to inspire fear, the spear firing
into many hearts – as any martyr
relies on glory (or really in guise
of humble praise), if the rumble pays
for ice and flash; but ash and flies
remain after, ferment in rain
of severed rage, for ages ever.
TMK 1.25-26.2007
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