The Realms - Poetry

THE AXE WILL FALL

Misery in line for the throne
And the brightness of the kingdom loses its brilliance in trust.

Love is never what it seems,
When the apathetic tour guide of life
Collects another soul.

Blame,
Another aspect of personality deficiency
Stews in self-inflated misery.
It was never my fault.

SUNDERED FALLACY

Evening haze of unsettling compromise and the demise has revealed itself.
Comforting Java, lovely scenery.
Here come the soft rains once again.
Unbridled and about, affection lights the path of sincerity.
Purple cumulus overlapped with eternal grayness.
Materialistic minds wander about, all filled with random thoughts.

YOUTH (DANCE WARFARE)

A dance in the center of the circle,
Circle of people of all likes.
Interior filled with those here to enjoy what they have,
As the exterior is lined with people who will never understand.

Ignorance rerouted to hate.
We were certain there would be a fight that night.
Outnumbered,
Blacklisted,
Free and spirited,
We vented in our own way.

BASIC CHARACTER

Fixated grinds, averting your flat simplicity.
Philosophical cafe au lait,
Pouring zest with tepid bitter lust.
The alienated soliloquy beckons you to her.
Random angst, a primal fantasy unseen,
because you haunt me.

A NIGHT OUT

Paranoid angst.
A steamed glass staring with random sweetness.
Rich mochas,
Pouring philosophical zest for this gig.
Walk up diva hypnotizes your air.
This burgundy artist sustains you.




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