In Search of Redemption

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Vintage Words

  

Guilt stained unforgiven

brain falling and failing

again.
 .
Black pens telling
tales of blood
red as a broken vein
a gushing and rushing
flood. 

  
Life dripped like ink
on an unsuspecting page
hoping to become
something enchanting;
unendurably gathering
perpetual and unsuspecting.
  
In search of originality,
finding historical causality
owning full cups that spill
rejection.

 

Like an infection that has

missed inspection. Success

is the synonym for exemption

constrained behind invisible

redemption.
  
allets
05-09-15
1221p

 

 

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Astral_Tides's picture

wow

Very sharp and rich context.

Rigid demeanor with smooth flow.

Some killer lines woven like fabric

to create a unique garment to fit only the authors shape, taste and attitude.

Very fine words dear artist.

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 

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allets's picture

I Love Wowing

This was fun, I seldom rhyme, but occasionally I try. The suit of this poet's new clothes fit okay I guess - thanks for coming back among us Tides. Stay, Be warm in this hug I send to you. ~Stella~



Lady A