"accordant" poems
“You are a cynosure and I a modest demure man,
I cannot be accordant with the crowd you have,
You a cynosure beauty of elegance and wonders,
A woman of higher standards and I very simplistic,
Can such a person take interest in me what may it be,
Is she mindlessly judging me as an equitable man?
By sweet emotions thoughts reflected as irises burgeon,
From her head to toes I kept on admiring this divinity,
Is her heart for love that like a thorn with no rose?
Or mitotically lovely when in love as seen before all,
She would not be able to conform to me it would be I,
Could my simplistically standards sway her to me,
But why do I blame myself that she took a liking to me,
I imagine her hands touch the earth and the roots dilate,
Sprite knows deep quintessence of water and the earth,
We then conjugate together like an equation of loam”
By A. Guzaldo 07/21/2018 ©
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Produced the reduced use of deuced youth as well fall flat on back relapse of a matter oh’ fact there is no reason to bring back the lack of acts that have collapsed as endorse isn’t the course we force the indorsed remorse’s horse it how it sounds from the round about turned down, wrapped around the mound of wound bounds traced as we wish to erase the missed ace am disgraced to waste the space from haste it is misplaced finding grace abducted, while we are interrupted so disruptive all corrupted instructed that we be introduced to a new place to set loose then choose to roost.
Audible is honorable when placed in space of a new disgrace we haste to chase the base relate the mate is gallant, accordant abeyant to reliant now defiant why deny, when have tried to reply the unquestionable supply of high relies reprieved cephalized isn’t the aim to gain the same remains of main stained for blame, have strained the aim of shame to restrain the bargain attain then pass the refrain again the demand to stand on the right hand of man as have banned the uttermost do tend to boast then coast on to deposed what isn’t supposed to mean the most.
Regulate the agitate of will you wait till the proper date to calibrate where we have done, what have become after having won no youth refund underhung rung the reliefs beliefs in this we speak to realize have agonized the civilized tho don’t deprive for now do thrive from abrasive wise isn’t lies relented the dependent to sentence the pendent, abolishment of what was, have turned around the have does, to what wasn’t because of we lock without a knock of shock we stopped and sought to sample of what before couldn’t handle now we have another hand ful to dandle.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 7:25 PM UTC
Duel de l'âme
entre clair et obscur
Clair de lune
sous la voûte étoilée
éclairant l'obscurité
de nos vies
les ténèbres se révèlent
à la faveur de la lumière
Noir et blanc
Complément-air
Terre
Ether
et Univers
Symbole d'Unité
Retrouvée
Ying et Yang
réuni dans une danse sans fin
Danse des âmes
s'accordant
se révélant
dans la fusion mystique
Musique des sphères
s'accordant
sur les rythmes de l'Univers
Noir et Blanc
caro royer
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
How do I feel right now?
Why is it so **** important? Feels like my attention span is only being shortened cause all my **** and plastic on my skin is what’s adsorbent. So if you said my soul was concocted I guess we’d be accordant. Its true I’ve adopted all my adapted compartments of my psychological being for taboo accrue accosted. But my mind is a ********** almost everything ***** with it on a dime on the daily, the blind consume my form frailly, I constitute a new frailty but it’s only just barely that I’ve decided this lie has got me subsided because my morals collided on all of my **** misguided attempts to feel delighted.
Ah hell, I’m not getting anywhere with this, I just wanna dismiss all the bliss it may give me to think about you-know-what and you know why I’m always amiss, I might as well take my place amongst the abyss. Anyhow, you’ll probably outlive me. I just hope you'll forgive me. The thought disavows, a lot more than I should allow, and it always leaves me asking myself:
How do I feel right now?
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
lucid disorient, waking at dusk—
you can leave if you must,
but don't rush it.
my polished exterior, hiding a husk,
looks like silk to the touch,
so don't touch it.
lazing away
through both halves of the day,
I'd've lain in your aura
accordant.
but off you must go
so I won't let you know
that each moment,
your absence is torment.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC