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A legion of children enveloped us that day, / Their presence transparent beneath rays of sun baptismal. / As the chirp of laughter infiltrated the air, / There enclaved in their omnipresent mist, / Passion blossomed in this juvenescent heart. / Gleaming these eyes sauntered your luminescent skin, / Pining for that rapture that lay betwixt your arms. / Although roving within for clarity in words, / This burgeoning vessel trembled in loss, / For fugitive they stood in my subconscious. / Yearning for more than the caress of your voice, / Its musicality enough to serenade for all time, / And the flawless rhythm of this heartbeat / Whispered intently of something divine / For this keepsake of yours -is immortal.- / Even now nostalgia cleaves as an arrow, / -Piercing to the soul- / And it screams to be nurtured. / Blooming in reminiscence I conjure dreams immemorial, / Returning to that hallowed sanctuary. / Your countenance is a distant glint, now untraceable; / Marred by elapsed time, that insidious decay. / My agony has become a vast sea, / Besieged by the maelstrom of lament / For my undying piety is all that remains./ A language too grand to be deciphered / By such an infantile mind, / Yet now I pensively ponder, "Will you ever return?" / I would relinquish my soul to gaze once more / Upon your grace my Materialista. / Life has become a heavy haze, / Occupied by a discordant melisma of pain. / And this memento -without you- is my torture stake, / For the moment we held hands has bound me forevermore; / And I stand here everlastingly, yearning for your arms. /
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Desiderata Materialista Transcendentalista (Originally Written on Wednesday, February 4th, 2015)
A legion of children enveloped us that day, / Their presence transparent beneath rays of sun baptismal. / As the chirp of laughter infiltrated the air, / There enclaved in their omnipresent mist, / Passion blossomed in this juvenescent heart. / Gleaming these eyes sauntered your luminescent skin, / Pining for that rapture that lay betwixt your arms. / Although roving within for clarity in words, / This burgeoning vessel trembled in loss, / For fugitive they stood in my subconscious. / Yearning for more than the caress of your voice, / Its musicality enough to serenade for all time, / And the flawless rhythm of this heartbeat / Whispered intently of something divine / For this keepsake of yours -is immortal.- / Even now nostalgia cleaves as an arrow, / -Piercing to the soul- / And it screams to be nurtured. / Blooming in reminiscence I conjure dreams immemorial, / Returning to that hallowed sanctuary. / Your countenance is a distant glint, now untraceable; / Marred by elapsed time, that insidious decay. / My agony has become a vast sea, / Besieged by the maelstrom of lament / For my undying piety is all that remains./ A language too grand to be deciphered / By such an infantile mind, / Yet now I pensively ponder, "Will you ever return?" / I would relinquish my soul to gaze once more / Upon your grace my Materialista. / Life has become a heavy haze, / Occupied by a discordant melisma of pain. / And this memento -without you- is my torture stake, / For the moment we held hands has bound me forevermore; / And I stand here everlastingly, yearning for your arms. /
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Avoid loud and agressive persons They're vixations to the spirit.
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Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Desiderata Portion
Is there a man of such steely self-control Of such virtue, character, fortitude Strength and pride in his manly role Confidence and heart and stern attitude Valor, endurance, resolution, will Courage, patience, defiance, intellect Manliness, ruggedness, rock-like, chill Decision, quality, all cool and collect That he doesn’t have to go and upchuck Whenever he hears that “Desiderata” muck?
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
No Doubt the Polyester is Decaying as it Should