The last romantic...
Briefly departs his Shakespeare
Pages serenading sublimity
Juxtaposing the beauty of the stars
To the abyssal depth in lover's eyes
Lost in sonnet sunset
And the pentameter of lonesome sighs...
His heart must surely be a fish
Lovelorn wanting such oceans of wish.
To feel alive from being torn
Into madness A tumultuous storm....
The last romantic far from paths
And roads leading home,
Far from metropole and reality
In solitude a garden gnome...
Deformed from lack of society's
Influential propriety
Of hurry get married, of monogamy,
Grooms bride for every norm...but no.
Oh how aloof and naively blind
Dismissing the tutors' lessons in mundane life
The logic of lovelife like reasoning
These days of mail order brides,
Milfs and Latin ***** seasonings,
Are now for bid to buy (at auction price)
How is this decency or poetic
The Geometry of a fit sound mind?
(High on cloud nine, in line for a hookers time?)
Oh dear King Lear, what's happened here?
Sign of our times slow demise
Yet no one questions such schisms
Or ask why?
The illness of the romantic was once floral
It sickens with sweetness and aww
A dreamers pox deluded flight
Psychedelic was the high
(just stop all that effing rhyme time)
Perhaps it's self inflicted
Conditioned poetic days
To view all the world with love
Fauning eyes awake
Maybe in his idolatry of medieval adultery
There is a sort of peace
Of mind, of truth
Maybe accidentally it is found
Far from the madness of the heartless,
Mindless Crowds
Murdering muse and moody blues
By the numbers we color refuse and defuse
These digital days that pass in fog
Diminished worth
From fears' poison smog,
An unlived unloved life askew
Dead to chances made aloud
Tho' The perfect time is now...
Perhaps the last romantic chooses to go without
Shedding a painful tear
Detours introverted meekly feels
Avoiding any meaningful kiss
With every passion
petite mort... a tiny death my dears
Some cannot handle such tragedy
Star crossed youth I hear are
All fools for love
And Still will / surely must
Die hard
Whether from wounds of doubts
Drowning in Lies of ties that bind...
Yet true love with imperfect hearts
Revere
Our Immortal beloveds
And the last romantic
Near or far away from here
Romancing whispers
Oh the lovely
Untouched years
Heavy as a hollow bone
Broken in perpetual wish,
His alone
A soul yet to atone a life of fear
Bewitched by drama's
*Magic Shakespeare.