Abater, wherein art thou?
Hung in hopeless romantic gallow's?
Stuck in a cloud?
Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now;
For the pearlied gate's.
Proliferation's hit mine glut
None staying behind;
No if's, and's, or what's.
Grandiose word's from other's, to much saidst
Guile liar's;
Of unholiness.
Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in the finesse of foment dream's;
Daunting foresight, dearth belief
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!
Abstinent, they locketh their beak's
Their two people by nature, masked freaks;
Giveth thee evidence, of non-concrete
They shuffleth their feet, for defaming fun.
Biographer's, of their own self
Don't careth, for noone else;
Trap us in a wanting hell, wherein croon's art pain, pain is swell..
We fall
We fell
In their devour....... .
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Abater, wherein art thou?
Hung in hopeless romantic gallow's?
Stuck in a cloud?
Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now;
For the pearlied gate's.
Proliferation's hit mine glut
None staying behind;
No if's, and's, or what's.
Grandiose word's from other's, to much saidst
Guile liar's;
Of unholiness.
Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in the finesse of foment dream's;
Daunting foresight, dearth belief
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!
Abstinent, they locketh their beak's
Their two people by nature, masked freaks;
Giveth thee evidence, of non-concrete
They shuffleth their feet, for defaming fun.
Biographer's, of their own self
Don't careth, for noone else;
Trap us in a wanting hell, wherein croon's art pain, pain is swell..
We fall
We fell
In their devour....... .
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is written while back not for noone.. Just writing (::::
