Past & Present II

 In lieu of...

Playing half dead,

To be somewhat...

Quasi accepted!

No one ever,

Said...

To...

Me!

Past & Present

 In lieu of,

Playing dead,

To be...

Even,

Accepted!

All Hope is gone... I

I tell you,

The hatred... 

It's all mine,

It's a haven,

For who,

Who,

Am,

I

Gestalt Aggressive III

Foes...

      Lost in the daily algorithmic grind, Each deserve a singularity answered or dreading naught question of purpose, Bruising all who surround; Still remain unmoving, Congruence in a selfish soft interpretation of honesty, All is an internal broken agenda; Bluffing the invisible spirit of want and invincible. May the tyrant be besought by the truth of any mirror!

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.

Fallen Question I

 Foes and friends,

      Deserve the question of purpose, Bruising all who still remain moving, Congruence in self honesty, No bluffing to the invisible spirit we may be promoting! Now all falseness can erode and no one but 'we' can tell anyone of us who to be... A beacon for the mirror.

In earnest anticipation of,

Reflections.

Throne Of Whom... I

 Thrown,

    Into an unwanted destiny, Writing self amidst wolves, A wretch of witches, Concealing a war on everything, Do to a condemnation of the right, They willingly into bed carry...!

In anticipation of,

Believing in:

Me...(us)

We...

You!

She... Mum I

  I'm afraid,

   Of time... Cause I know, You won't be there...

In lieu of...

Never-reminders!