~Camelots~

"Contents of an individual soul..."

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Rootless you stitched aimlessly, floating beneath spiritless Camelots

seafaring with Noesis , a restless heart, peculiar, a unequaled

sentimental to warmth...

downward-sloping upon... the steps of time...

steady-going the course, the Titan of skin

through a stroppily- Destiny, taste sat on the trapeze

of my tongue

for everything beautiful...break and cracking-

its' honor rang loud inside my head... of its'

cherry heritage- tears of all constellations...

took a stand within

an asymmetrical soul...pausing artifacts; like a

break in time... breathless



[ sigh ]



Ever to utter...its' tracheotomy tired

from its grimace, its stem

tipped petals- grow unpredictably,

inside the botany, wiped

of its black thoughts-and-white...

now, polished avenues of a lost city,

filled with the chromatic lips of a soul...



My tears thawing each passing minute....

plumes of aqua hands pour here

as life was smoothed through bantam stalks, of a

universe that agrees, 'neath

the body of water of yesteryear's grace...

to the erect beginning... walking exempt, to an

unmapped facet...



Cavernous, wake-less inside your heart; felicitous, recessed, neatly bent �"

dreams sunken beneath the condescends of meandering seas...

engrossing the Cynara scolymus, the love left words perfected...

to a beautiful aching, a never ending

phenomenon, its' information clear-cut.......

its moves over-flowing with emotive endings...



I lie here...

half- sunken in the sands of time...

Its' hands softly, playing a pianissimo assai

my body in a fog- leak my flesh

extravagantly, trembling...

low temperatures form icicles...

in a land aroused by the world in which I,

hold firm upon my unclothed regions...



I utter my contents...

lips pouring of ink, the chromatic nucleus

of existence, flaming through morning dawns

focusing as I speak to this world we live in,

as my desires birth themselves- one atop the other...

Foretelling the future, the places where you laid your dreams

of beautiful mountain escapes, isle made of a fiery desire

the forthcoming, through eyes of glass, images begin to pour from the wells

of my black ink...- the births yet to flower...

Reviews

[FictionAsVeneer]

WOW.

I have never been impressed so by a pallet of words that painted a such an intricate and interesting piece. I was fairly unfamiliar with some words, and I was interested enough to get familiar with these new words! So thank you for strengthening my vocabulary, ha-ha. I love the epic tale of a daring spirit tackling the world! It's inspirational in the way that's its imagery and complexity captivate the reader enough so that we can relate to these words, offering visual reference to how we see ourselves and attaining our dream despite the errors in the world. Thanks for the great read. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Such a powerful story in this poem. The language and the flow of thoughts were amazing in this poem. I read the poem twice and wanted to read the poem again. The deepness and description in the words. Made me want to discover the hidden story.
"Cavernous, wake-less inside your heart; felicitous, recessed, neatly bent "
dreams sunken beneath the condescends of meandering seas...
engrossing the Cynara scolymus, the love left words perfected...
to a beautiful aching, a never ending
phenomenon, its' information clear-cut.......
its moves over-flowing with emotive endings..."
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote