BENEATH
as dawn sips into my red vein
steam draws out from the boiling drop of tear
take a plunge into the depths of my life and you'll see...
take a sip of thine blood for thine eyes will see thy light
eccentric and ethernal the gush of the mighty cloak
moonlight never wishes me this moment
for what i see in the light of what it shines is the thirst i can not quench as pain and pressure gradually
escalates in my system
if the wind will keep her silence, thy sea shall never
shed a drop of tear and the enigma of tranquility burdens my immortal satisfaction
and the strands of my hair will never cease to break
as it wishes the wind, adieu
and as i wait for the shades of spring to come back
and open up a new fountain of order.
thus, sing to me the eulogy of my soul for it has lamented for so long
and as the sun caresses my soul
it
puts
my
sanity
in
vain...
thy desisted revelation of thine grandeur conspiracy
tell me your dreams, my dear soul
and you shall hear cold, mourns, pains, and yes,
death
lay me in to the hands of hope that i may find the once forgotten uncertainties and odds of life....
as evolution takes place divination is not far from it... and extraordinary persons keep on escaping the bars of normality...
they unravel the ingeuinity of perception to thy infinite zeal of an imaginable tragedy.
All that's left is an eosinophilia of question in the pipes of my rubbling books. So i ask of you....
How?
and
the
biggest
of
all.....
WHY?
*this poem is a concrete example of things you ought not to do when you are with your friends...
and that is to make a RENGGA
Currently feeling: pOwEeTiC