Gravity Pulls

Our forms to be

Us

Forciose things

and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity

Yet

Light gives  sight
To halo Rings

cast black by the unknown.

As

Matter found
in vapor  form,
gives lift
To humbled fret

For This

A contract ,

duelly met

Is thee
Unbalanced bet

Thus of this
the arch of spark

The metronomal
Mark

Are

Atoms and matter
Space and time

Those truths of ,Light and dark

With tools so crude
To flame
From spark
Creation  cold and stark

From this
Reclusive
Alcamist

A Sentient being
adrift

And


Rue and refuse the piety
To gods
of gastsly note

So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant

Respond to you
Of you
no word
Shepard
Nought of
Herd

Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme

Reiterate
Time spent


Oh creature coward
Faceless you
Our saviors son's decent

Who


gave to me a hand of sand

The
grains,
owned
by
the
******

And woe of he
The ward of space


Gate
keep

Absent

grace

Riddled with
A failing mind


Our Blessed
Heathin *****

For

Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what he
Has
In store

This

An empty

Formulaic

Tombe of ancient tune


speaks this  code
A wayword
 vice

Absent
paradise


In higher planes he finds abode
Neglectful father form

And

finds he
solice

As
He
Demands

Souls
For
Evermore

So faceless form
Unmask thyself

Disarm
With
Your
Descent


For us
The mortal
Masses

Ask nought
With no consent

Swain hearted, of lovers departed. Thwarted by indecent individuals that mean to marry them off to people they do not know. Forswear it I, if they don't try to get away and find each other once more. Flighty, and young, they are strong willed, petty be it for thou to separate true love. Wanting it to be no more than a lingering afterthought. How can one besmirch destiny? How can one take out another persons heart and crush it in front of them. Barbaric savagery, doth the story go of reality impeding onto something good. No breaks, no time to be, but be in monotony. Love is a anomaly, stirring us in a loop of endless depravity. Hope is but a milky way dream, nothing but delusional grandeur of a adolescent mind. Fighting for something, loving for someone, worlds apart, but yet intertwined in each others heart. Responsibility is overrated, dignity is a barren commodity, courage is frowned upon. Rebellion is not tolerated, revolution is scandalous. What one won't do for love. What one won't sacrifice. What one is willing to die for. That is something most people never get, nor find, but for the few who do find it; know why it is worth giving it everything they got.

I remember days;
colored by certain
delightful chemicals,
Curled up
in a light filled bay window
curtained with lace,
hanging plants and crystals.
Lying on cushions piled high...
with steaming peppermint tea,
watching through wisps of incense
large, slow snowflakes fall.
Examining an old book,
its texture, gravity, flexibility
and smell
seemed as much a living thing
to me
as the black cat slithering up
onto my lap,
or her human
nibbling gently on my neck.