She's a chord of cerebral
A beat below bombastic
Tasteful tone of tremble
Reasonably resonating..

Finding her forte in nuance
A harmony of giocoso strings
Amidst melodies con dolce


Teasing crowds with pacato


Mindful maestro of motifs
Muse amongst men emanates
Unconscious choir's cue


Carefully crescendo..


She's an omaggio to breathlessness
An aisle filled spectacle
Treasured tune of transcendental
Eternally encored..

Thoughts adhere to time

Perceptions nailed to space

Paradigm permits paradox

If the ladd(tt)er lacks a base



Assembling axioms by allegory

And sawing knowledge into faith

Decree drafting sets wills free

Deeding belief for key to grace

Where do you draw the line

Separating


Faith
     ________________  and

**Care­lessness

Love lacks definition
But if you must, It's a..



*Destination

She was bleeding, crying, and queazy
Fear alone kept her from leaving
Knee deep in lonely; emotionally depleted
Bluntly touching, there was no loving
Indifferently *******, he was no husband
Drunkenly cussing; brokenly crumbling

She'd grown cold, old, and withered
Blankly staring into the mirror
In which a spider had grown upon
Not even it could escape his palm
Ready to fold; she no longer quivered
Figuring no one would even miss her

She looked through bruises, hate, and hopeless

Paint brush loaded;

sharply focused

Fingered trigger;

predicting scriptures

Abusive liver;



idle                                                                                                                 dither





Quondam shadows become formless

To be adrift in that unknown ocean..

I had already felt the strain
Time pressed on though, rope was frayed
Acting commenced, Loving partner of anguish
Gravity sat back, as we improvised this play

"Parody!"

                                            Laughing
"With, or at?"

If the rope of reason gives way
Could we compose conclusions,
Or even; Correct convictions
That have been nursing dry

"What do you feel at this moment?"

"Confusion"

"Your so **** predictable!"

To what angle had this slanted?
To what ground had it fell?
To what will choose this cancer?

"Hahahaha You! ******* you!"

From blackness, I knew no whole
I am the pig that grew it's wings
The meaning of life in bite sized pieces
Lights, triumphant defeater

"Your a ****"

When did the devil
Become so large
That he needed
Both shoulders for dwelling?

"You are a puppet to yourself"

"Now amuse me"

Tear drop slips down a crevice
Tempting tongue of captive man
He once knew, he once knew
But now rests, In quickest sands