yet to beA Poem by RuseInexlookin' forward to things that are "unattainable"
sometimes seems too painful to even wish for at present
'cause i unstupidly know it's absoluteness of unattainability t'would be as impossible as jumping off earth an' touching the moon with my fingers' attempt to obtain it . . . with a catch to want it desperately, badly beyond even of life's most wished for desire that being for me, to be in that moment of youthful's greatest elation borne of my heart's most memorable joy to bathe in immersion of feel that all is well with all, and my soul unfettered, unfaltered, perfection truly perceived an' achieved as being as real, as real can possibly be being at ease, not of static flotation, merely petty's existance just cleansingly jubilant free because, all is well with all, and my untarnished soul impossible for me an' or by any known power to man whether religion, politics, metaphysics or philosophy's charm and yet that which hampered an' suffocated is gone that which wanted my breath for no reason but envy, is gone the daily threats of every move, whether thought or in physical deed are gone and forever erased, with no trace of further disclosure has been guaranteed to every cell an' synapse of my essence, to yours and for all of creation's elation the specter of reticence soured, too is abolished, no traces, even remotely of slightest of vague dares of its own, or levered by force of mechanical default; it inexorably just cannot occur y' see i am in a new an' entirely pure, holy and true universe-set, culmination's course yet to be and become © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on May 1, 2016 Last Updated on May 1, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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