*I am but a meager man
a mere weaver of words.*
My writing cloaks insidious intent
to hide from reality’s fearful eyes;
deceiving with facetious transgression.
My just reward for such sullied repute-
shades drawn tight lest my rueful deeds be known
*I remain hidden from a cruel world
behind callus words of my own fancy.*
Verbose ranting of cryptic escapades
I grease my fist to ram down your gullet,
withdrawing the emotion I desire.
Recherché locution; gossamer strands
of melodies to soothe your tattered soul
*While my own inner depths
Echo emptiness and raging solitude.*
Descanting rhythm to shroud what I am
only fools believe the self-proclaimed bard;
for I will conceal what is pertinent.
Illuminating only the mundane
with flamboyancy of ordered disdain
*I am exactly what I am; all I may ever be;
a reputed poet of ill repute-*
just meager ol me.
© S.Loeding
All Rights Reserved
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
*I am but a meager man
a mere weaver of words.*
My writing cloaks insidious intent
to hide from reality’s fearful eyes;
deceiving with facetious transgression.
My just reward for such sullied repute-
shades drawn tight lest my rueful deeds be known
*I remain hidden from a cruel world
behind callus words of my own fancy.*
Verbose ranting of cryptic escapades
I grease my fist to ram down your gullet,
withdrawing the emotion I desire.
Recherché locution; gossamer strands
of melodies to soothe your tattered soul
*While my own inner depths
Echo emptiness and raging solitude.*
Descanting rhythm to shroud what I am
only fools believe the self-proclaimed bard;
for I will conceal what is pertinent.
Illuminating only the mundane
with flamboyancy of ordered disdain
*I am exactly what I am; all I may ever be;
a reputed poet of ill repute-*
just meager ol me.
© S.Loeding
All Rights Reserved
