The Abound (Archetype)A Poem by Julius WhitfieldFixed in a line of three, the empyrean figures are lined up in an amalgamate Luster and luminosity manifest every so often like conveyance We watch the lambency commune with desire Fixed in a line of Three, the empyrean figures are lined up in an animosity Dreams and desires are mask every so often like conveyance We watch the desire commune with lambency Even though you cannot coerce with mother. Has the communication become bleak, backs turned away and obscure relationships between one another. sharing nothing but a selfish impulse that opposes this condition between the two of us. You're nothing more than a child, vestal in mind but otherwise promiscuous pleading for some amity in means of devotion of blanketted arms you want to feel some security in this hayseed of shattered affairs and wrong doings you want someone to rid you of these things that have abandoned you and bastardized you from mom grow old, break out of this will, show your labels of flame and thunder beyond man you will become absolved of responsibility through postulation of divinity or God, finding your own new beliefs. he challenges the upsurge omitted from the loyal conviction to a breadth without omnipotence but still is admired how life without It can be attainable. He is now attuned over an barren lacuna Has the communication become bleak, backs turned away and obscure relationships between one another. sharing nothing but a selfish impulse that opposes this condition between the two of us. i am already fully aware of this exemption and know i'll surpass with it. i know i am of a grand privelige when i owe only to himself. Fixed in a line of three, the empyrean figures are lined up in an amalgamate Fixed in a line of Three, the empyrean figures are lined up in an animosity Luster and luminosity manifest every so often like conveyance We watch the lambency commune with desire Dreams and desires are mask every so often like conveyance We watch the desire commune with lambency through the eyes of a child we discover the paradigm, in all it's segregations and divisions © 2008 Julius Whitfield |
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Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorJulius WhitfieldSt Louis, MOAbout21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..Writing
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