I implored – knees incumbent to the floor. God sent you for me to adore. Nothing tendered but, aspirations – those profusive dedications at the altar – of you. My vocation of adoration. Copyright © 2015 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
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Reflection’s eloquence
The eloquence of sorrow – saturates like rain – those tears that stain – implements that maim. The admirable fortitude indefatigably so – when we are low we know that sorrow cannot be tamed.
Echoes of silence
Arid plains reek of desolation as winds of life waft an acrid stench of heartbroken failure tinged with insignificance, encumbered by cognizance of opportunities lost – those words, actions cut like swords that imprison like a Bastille. Someone said – I’m having a horrible life… No retort for staying the course – as the silenceContinue reading “Echoes of silence”
The calm rages
Pain begets creativity and creativity pain the cyclical nature essentially the same. Domiciled in perpetuity where a modicum of calm abides in a tempest of tumult – that eye of the hurricane.
The soup of sorrow
“… to be beat back …”
The ultimate weapon
Weaponize that which becomes dull through misuse abuse misappropriation adulteration… Administrations stand to be impeached. As a mind unrefined is left victim to the hands of time.
Intoxicated
Inebriated, stumbling about. Infused with… The greatest intoxicant. Naiveté. Leaving you numb. Words ring hollow and fall flat. As tears impair my vision Incisions cut extracting a cost. Losses mount. Taken too soon, polarities flip leaving those who remain in the tomb.
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