Witlessly Honest,
Berated by a deluge of hymns, Mirror translucent in-comparison self broadcast far cry distant relic empathy algorithm floundering in history's compliance, Unprepared condescended wilted in mid cocoon apocalypse opening bloom, Aspirations lost amidst tantrum spread lethargy toxins no psalmist's pathetic prose altered poetic jest inhaled could purge past the incoherent point of automatic hyper internal conscious active control awakening schematics under cursed pressure to combine the what you think with the way you think...
Therein find the malefic grievance between the fire infused sand half imaginary harbinger portrayed in the oasis glass mirage baring illegitimate witness to the inner eye and the ghastly emotion sick gaunt echo of a self mechanized equinox heart chant disposure aching description lacking anywhere in life acceptance to build the continuum everlasting code of courage on one's own behalf.
In earnest anticipation of,
Saturday, March 8, 2014
A Bitter Remix XIX
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
Labels: Algorithymns , Algorithymns Poetry , Juton , Micropoetry , Poetry , Spoken Word , Spoken Word University , Villain of Truth , Villainoftruth , Villainous Times
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