Pacing The Heavenly Merits.

You've travelled so far

only to accumulate a trove

of meaningless moments

that fade away in a moment's grasp.

You hold on

to broken pieces

not meant to be

patched up - pieces

that will make you bleed

now and after.

Those jagged edges and debris

that taint your soul

you deliberately be.

Personify life.

Personify death.

(Personify life after death).

You have personified

nothing

but your life after death.

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components of an unestablished.

mouthfuls of blatherings

dispersed into the unseen.

undefined hopes

withered into yesterday.

visions of the imagined

crafted, yet left unpillared.

speak no sound

'cept to regurgitate

definite tangibilities.

Wronged.

I thought we met halfway -

but the echoes of the antagonism 

     crashing, pierces and bursts

the accumulation of hopes

solidified into a pretensiousness

lived for the happiness of others.

The enormosity of fully energized 

forces repelled by the others' 

un-complementary ways is the 

dynamic explosion, which at 160km/hour

springs back at a speed

greater than it took to arrive.

Parallelism cease to exist,

 it's comprehension manipulated

by the modernist and pragmatic repenter

to result into a deformity of the path

supposedly perfected

by a give and take approach.

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Sans Reality

In yonder sights

tip toe dainty desires

upon the svelte shimmers

of a sultry sunrise sway.

In yonder reach

a rousing rapture rages

against repressions,

the verve of an ardor

tapping against time -

and time -

again.

In yonder, lay

the blend of skins

tangled in delirium

soothed over sighs.

The yonder, sought,

seeps through glances

with thoughts to seduce -

a trail that simmers.

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Mirage.

And you
                 gaze
into
a shade
of white horizon
only
to pull back
       a
       stringful
       of
       pains
into sight.

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Reminiscing A Possibility.

If I loved you will you shade me  from the harshness of a winter's heart? If I loved you will you answer the beckoning of a soul so forlorn and withering? Will you shield the explosions of a burdened life from me so I stand unbent? Immerse me in the intenseness of the delicacies of your mind and soul, and intertwine our spirits with an ardor so immeasurable by any means. And if I had loved you, will the sweet nothings of utterance shower me timelessly... in moments alone like this? ### 060706