False Ambguities

It’s that underlying feeling of intuition,
Gifted to us in despair of aid,
Yet we counterbalance that feeling,
We even it out with delusional lies,
But not so delusional at all,
Why?

Eyes filled with skies of blue,
Sensations of pure golden burst,
Yet underneath it all,
Sits a knowing of false ambiguities
A damnable behaviour delivered here,
Aware of such facts and still so hazed,
Why?

The clarity of evil is so dark, so deep, so wrong,
Sinking to outlying distances of this swirling chaos,
Yet still not filling that hole,
Only diving more in depth,
Desperate scramble and yearning for invisible occupancy,
Why?

Their intentions so false,
Their words so admixed,
Yet we trace that path as if it is our entirety,
Only to be marooned in identical places
Just where preceding falsities took place,
Why?

Take face in what we are,
Bold, beauteous, classic,
Temples have no need for short-stayed intruders,
See such excerpts rather than the enveloped dirt,
The dirt of dogs tracked within hallowed halls,
And perhaps we’d present a much more silvered image.
 

Reviews

[John Stussy]

The imagery you presented in this poem was really well done, and it reads quite smoothly. I enjoyed the depth of this poem, it's a well written one.

[Breanne]

Ahhh thanks! :D

[Vaishali..^_^]

its a beautiful one.....i enjoyed reading this....nice work

[Bhavya Kaushik]

And perhaps we'd present a much more silvered image.

Ah! I loved this poem, such a deep and thoughtful piece of writing it is....
The flow is also flawless, great work :)