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SOLILOQUY
Myself in my world of thoughts,
Myself on my own,
My self seeks that love and trust,
That seems like it hasn't born.
In laughing ways this boring life,
Has somehow seen countless sunsets,
Between pretentious folks has my strife,
Somehow managed to find outlets.
I have been in every company,
Men, women, posing gleefully,
It was my own kind that hurt me most,
Stabbing me with vanity.
Did I desire that I should be born,
In this world of today, so dirty
Where words that were once vulgar,
Are now penned as poetry?
Lady Chatterley* would feel ashamed,
Of the men and women of this age,
Emily* and the Bard* would have burned,
Their masterpieces in a fit of rage.
The flowing wave chides me and laughs,
"How simple you are" it seems to say,
To expect virtues and values,
From the "realists" who love to scoff."
"You are a misfit for this millennium",
The sister wave tells me its wisdom,
"Drown yourself and with us do come,
Underneath, find your pretty one".
"Or fly higher than Pegasus*,
And with Cassiopeia* match your rhyme,
With Andromeda* and Perseus* shine,
Be the brightest star of your time".
I digested this slowly like a fresh, crisp, apple. so sweet and succulent but a few small attempt bites I dare say I tasted a worm that thieved its way in, perhaps before the apple was even polished ( hard to say) but that tiny worm and its dark little slithery path did not obstruct my entire belief that over all the flavor of this apple was indeed ripe, sweet (in places) crisp and most welcome upon my desirous eye's tongue. One of your finest gifts my dear devoted sir is in your ability to lure the reader with word baubles of beauty even as you are dragging him through a not so attractive room where in the darkness he may even come to find himself being growled at by some unseen, unimaginably frighteningly scary creature, perhaps all this is a bit over dramatic of me to say but rest assured your beautiful poetic soul could pretty up the confines of Hell itself and I'd still follow you into it if you lured me there with such marvelous word baubles such as these, for you sir are if nothing else a rhyming seducer and I mean that in the nicest way possible. you know who........... so why type it? lol