A line of giant foot steps ash
the world beneath:
A burningardor that has
finally released.
A lack of lost breaths lead to
lonesome rituals;
Simply awaiting others to view my
physical, more as mystical.
Pacing through days that once were
and still seem to be,
My imagination often sends me on a
killing spree.
Trigger pulled.
Aimed at the world's vast negatives,
For I am not too accustomed to living
this life as a pessimist.
Through my veins flows viciously
a surge of electricity.
Standing stunned,
Shocked! ⚡️
I reach an unconscious state of felicity.
Yet even here, this ink ✒️ is viewed as
two-dimensional…until folded:
Origamic transformations from
ordinary person, to extraordinary poet.
Lately I've allowed this life to be lived
somewhat mechanical,
So I'm fearing a nearing retaliation
comparable to manical.
Ripping tainted flesh from those a-round
must seem a bit animal,
But the carnal thoughts I wield are
becoming less manageable.
Still piercing the skin of these
unfortunate beings,
Until at last!
I reach and reveal
the center of their true meaning.
Unbelievable beliefs in assisting
those who share this soil,
Holding sessions of progression to
avoid all assured turmoil.
Have we any viable volunteers
capable of this visioning ?
To ignore this prophecy would feel far
too imprisoning.
Hands down, it is clear that
I am one of none.
Yet, we are all of equal
divinity as His son.
Living eternally within all of these
dreamt places.
It seems plausible, wishing to revel in
my own personal creations:
My mind, acting as a flagrant force of
feng shui.
Forever awaiting a distant finger to
finally press play.
I am eager to view a utopian film
beneath my bolted eyelids.
Only, all I can see is an abyss of sin
reminding me to make my amends.
Now it's back to turning tables and
shifting useless angles.
After tonight, all will recall
the telling of my tall fable.
Drifting towards a light
upon the purest of angels.
Allowing a life with
no fear of 'fatal'.
And although this world may present
nothing new,
My days grant me
something to look forward to.
the world beneath:
A burningardor that has
finally released.
A lack of lost breaths lead to
lonesome rituals;
Simply awaiting others to view my
physical, more as mystical.
Pacing through days that once were
and still seem to be,
My imagination often sends me on a
killing spree.
Trigger pulled.
Aimed at the world's vast negatives,
For I am not too accustomed to living
this life as a pessimist.
Through my veins flows viciously
a surge of electricity.
Standing stunned,
Shocked! ⚡️
I reach an unconscious state of felicity.
Yet even here, this ink ✒️ is viewed as
two-dimensional…until folded:
Origamic transformations from
ordinary person, to extraordinary poet.
Lately I've allowed this life to be lived
somewhat mechanical,
So I'm fearing a nearing retaliation
comparable to manical.
Ripping tainted flesh from those a-round
must seem a bit animal,
But the carnal thoughts I wield are
becoming less manageable.
Still piercing the skin of these
unfortunate beings,
Until at last!
I reach and reveal
the center of their true meaning.
Unbelievable beliefs in assisting
those who share this soil,
Holding sessions of progression to
avoid all assured turmoil.
Have we any viable volunteers
capable of this visioning ?
To ignore this prophecy would feel far
too imprisoning.
Hands down, it is clear that
I am one of none.
Yet, we are all of equal
divinity as His son.
Living eternally within all of these
dreamt places.
It seems plausible, wishing to revel in
my own personal creations:
My mind, acting as a flagrant force of
feng shui.
Forever awaiting a distant finger to
finally press play.
I am eager to view a utopian film
beneath my bolted eyelids.
Only, all I can see is an abyss of sin
reminding me to make my amends.
Now it's back to turning tables and
shifting useless angles.
After tonight, all will recall
the telling of my tall fable.
Drifting towards a light
upon the purest of angels.
Allowing a life with
no fear of 'fatal'.
And although this world may present
nothing new,
My days grant me
something to look forward to.
( Frederick B. Ponder )
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