The pejorative classifications in divulging the locations of
Shared locomotive ramifications in deluded connections from
Credited architects that built skyscraper stele’s that had been
Tried, tried, accepted and denied. For decades they extended;
Wrecked, abandoned, salvaged. Harsh acquittals of revelations
Given in earth shattering perceptions of perspicacious threads
Deliberately uncovered in apportioned instantiations that bled
Behind those closed doors.
Somber words, elusive, elucidate tempered
Syndical urgencies, gnarled, arising rarified
Cubical euphorias, blatantly swathed by silks of
Lustrous elocutions, flashin’ trypophobic glints.
Severities inculcating deified exuberances inside
Throes harnessed in remediable dogmas within
Discrepant oddities wearily knocking on worths.
Failure to see the consequential outcomes
Of frantic dances into societal legislation
Cause recompensed acquittals for opposing parties.
Legitimatised letters of proclamations
Forestall the aforementioned.
Cautiously noting the mind’s receding ebb,
Drawn tides start to analyse what could be baryonic
Baryogenesis. Nearly tangible composite matter, a
Caustic reminder of how mind controlled fingers left me daunted.
Entreaties written in order to salvage my newfound motif,
Envelope me in irrefutable mysterious nebulaic puff.
Extended exposure or optical filters inspire
Extricated colours of nuanced diaphora,
Commonly referred to as love. As descended
Euphoric waves disdainfully entertain the beguiled.
Riddled proclamations of love
Prove to have been nothing more
Than trash slopped sewage sludge.
Oh yes, please go ahead,
Please waste my time
For the sake of your rhyme.
While I tend to your bidding
Doing exactly as you portend.
Just a puppet in disguise,
Pretending I’m nice.
While I decide
These series of unfortunate events
Have occurred in my head
A digestible truth
Thinking that you’re dead.
Your droplets of deluding sounds
Bounce off the surface of my umbrella.
I hear them,
I try to evade,
Then she sends
A down pour.
But I know
I’m not special or unique.
I like to dream
That I might be.
But I know I’m different.
Sometimes I feel like an alien.
But I know I’m not the only one.