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Melody is crooning, with a lofty

Gaze

In the Wrong direction.

 

Judgement praises a

Closeted

Betrayal of a ghostly thought.

 

Famine engulfs,

Ignobly

The last plucked feather of

Hope-

 

(and she, who stands-

Naked-

Remembers how she fought).

 

Provocation cloaks

Villainy

In a shroud of his own

Making.

 

Frivolity wakes

Suddenly

Amidst a game of

Pitch and toss.

 

As they crumble-

Flailing

The Cynical Death II

Obvious love, so pure, so humane,
At such a morbid time!
To amorous for one to feign,
I think that I might be just fine.

I think I will go on,
Another 20-30 years,
Tragedy aside life is uncertain,
It would not do to drown it in tears.

“A great tragedy,” the voice sung out
“She will be remembered fondly”.
I cannot endure the heartache, dragging out,
But, the sweet body must not be laid wrongly.

Immortalised through an epitaph,
Sweet words,
Death comes, then the bereft-
Here they herd,

In the churchyard.
“No, thank you Vicar, yes it was hard”

Stand Down

Sneak your nose above the
Glass surface-
You unworthy swine.
See the glare of self-improvement and
Thank me as it
Burns your eyes.

Conform,
And be content in your inadequacy.
Fineness is meant for those that are
Lucky,
Not those that are free.

Make Believe

It is known that it is a mere contraction of
Muscles
that pull up the
Lips
and makes a
Smile

And that the
Heart,
when it does flutter,
is ans’ring only to a synthesised
something seeping from a
Gland

Furthermore- if a
Knife
were to drag over
Skin
the pain would be imaginary and the
Blood?
a boiler leak.

Similarly-
Should you feel an aching in your
Joints,
Rest easy-

It’s make believe.

An I For An I

I can manufacture the perfect
Inner quagmire.
But rather than fester in’t-
I mine the force that gives
Perspective.

I stand in a swamp and absorb
The cathedral of nuance,
The clarity of character,
The complexity of contingency
Is but a wave to an ocean,
A shine to a sun.

Truth bleeds through the universe’s pores
And screams in a foreign tongue
Into the deaf ears of the mindless, stilted content.

I am the student.
The teacher.
The lost.
The found.
The messenger.
The proof.
The link.
The beat.
The limb.
The feet.

And I know nothing.