Rhetoric for Rhyme

The woman not aware says to herself and it feels like a sudden revelation, ahh
I believe in his love
though if others believe (in his) that I believe. 

25"35 Discovery & Doubt: Continued Quest for Understanding, Moroseness, & Joy, etc.

When they were students and now husbands and wives ubbidiente, in their happiness with the life of the home.
Ubbidienza became no great mystery.  The language was too powerfully embarrassing.  Again a person loved the idea of helping people, and confused about crime and formulaic methods, ubbidire ai genitori became muddled in a quest for truth and guidance. Ubriacarsi had been an unravelling of susceptibilities.  The ubriachezza had only occurred once.  The administrators did not have time to look into the matter.  The poor, run-of-mill child felt too strongly in her own abilities, that she really could succeed in becoming one of the great American writers.  They had believed it to be important some years ago, but time had taught them hence that there was nothing to it.  An inkling of doubt still existed, but their desire for wisdom went hand in hand with their desire to understand fame and draw up a blueprint with its power. 

Not too many months later she felt that ubriaco meant nothing, was neither wrong nor right.  She could not see. She didn’t buy any alcohol then simply because she did not buy anything except classes, more and more classes.  She could not keep a(n) uccello in her house because of the racket the house-owners would say it would make. Uccidere obsequiously or ignorantly without knowing was not in her line of duties, of neither man nor beast.  Hi ho the dairy-o the cheese must not stand alone. One cheese is not enough and it is uccisione rather than chills...  The other language is not a decoy.  A duck would not know the difference.  To love his lies but not the lies of others?  I imagine that I love his lies, and want to but really would not the full heart of the matter show a difference?  I think I know a thing but then only imagine it.  Tomorrow the quest will be slightly different.  At least something is being done that seems worthy or one would imagine it to be so. 

Reviews

[Chadvonswan]

This was a simply amazing write, as complex as it is....
Your writing is so lucid yet impossibly tangible,
Its like the dialogue of my sleep..
the prose of our unconscious states,
Really different, really great.

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks Chadvonswan, that reminds me to look forward to going to sleep, I have to figure out what I need to accomplish before the witching hour comes to be upon us