the play of life

A Poet captured by this theatrical reproduction

Of the musical conduction-twisted suductions,

Fatal functions of the guys disfunktions

& mistaken by his love forsaken

Tatherd-beten for a love so defeated

Sadly mistaken from life complications

Were his true love be.

 

Junction misfunctions of his falty suduction

Her mind and hands caputured him

With the master plan

Of hearts and spaids falling from the sky

Drenching his body overflowing of pitty yet no pride.

Fallen dreams of the past to haunt

Blood and vengence is all in distress

His mine at ease by his own ambition

Maybe this was the way.

 

To the violence softly playing

Tho there hearts slowly fading

&

The thrumpters slowly rising above all

To there emotions breaking,

Of the life that they play to

Touch each & all

To them this is his life above all

The life of brokens & this is his song.

Reviews

[Dead Angel]

i can't get over how beautiful your words are put together. such vivid detail and great imagery, all wonderful. very well done! :)

[Emily B]

The rhythm of the poet's life, beats in the background as the Queen reigns. So very circular in word and image. Each plays into each.