full of refuse and beliefs a far cry from anything stoic
a much darker nature exists to preclude
the souls divide doth it seek to collude
loves eloquent lies and the irrevocably moot
forming the framework to an irrelevant dispute
harshly playing the lire atop old lazy susan
the perfect position to inflict malign influence
stopping like narcissus for a fleeting glance in the pool
what a lovely face i have, i shall never be under rule
hoping to mend your defense of opinion
haste waste, an attempt to corrupt the dominion
moored to the shelf, an inventory of wealth
eludes the particular prominence of self
hopelessly trapped in a world of dysphoria
vanquishing leads to extended euphoria
no moral to the story, no ambiguous end
in the end, just a jot from the tip of my pen.
That's the spirit stick that
That's the spirit stick that pen right in the ribs of dissatisfaction! Touché that being reduced to a mere jot that's gold. I love it top stuff some clarification on some things but only because my empathicly charged mind is also at play. Lol! Thanks.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
thank you... I'd never read
thank you...
I'd never read the word dysphoria before
... God heal everyone afflicted with it..
You are obviously a feeling and intelligent
poet