“Tragic affairs disappear in radical allay, pressure dropped by a wraith of memories; Pain is proof of existence, is this to be my pellucid engagement?”
I wrote this poem on November 20, 2008.
Unsung belief that Loveless is weak,
compassion will not be denied;
Until reception is intercepted,
Alas, graverobber stand up;
acclaim for such novelty of scheme.
Anoint oneself with your maker to prove your point;
Do a dance for me!
Tragic affairs disappear in radical allay,
pressure dropped by a wraith of memories;
Pain is proof of existence,
is this to be my pellucid engagement?
It is broken by a varlet whom speaks cheap and turns over tables,
distance which valididates my past positions;
twist, turns and in a roundabout it is played out,
a mass that is buried deeper than regressed confessions.
A loose jaw which carrys on,
stratagized to bemuse;
in the confusing state and filled with delusional affair,
startiling truism cannot be shattered nor can it be reduced to a pariah’s tomb.
Dysphoric concepts subdue without avail;
numb, I have come to defy thy wretched daemon!
Duress will soon pass,
viligant insight from the frequency of one source coarses
love through introspect;
there will be no absence of the force.
In the patience of my wait;
highly certain and likely so…
It begins; radiantly pursuade me to go towards Ra’s gate.