Thursday, April 30, 2009
rudimentary languish
transcending adriotly, the troughs of emotion once felt
when enthrallment first struck fittingly sticks, forever
in debt to a comfortable, believable persona from the past.
mistakened, forsakened in stark, barren truth,
many try to conform to acceptable disbelief and unshackle
themselves from the familiar ties that bind,
policing a social veneer of forwardness and openess, with times
leading new sheep, with the promise of green pastures.
granted and defintely proven, the test of time and its elements prove
that a bad man's lovely worth and fervored impressions fade with attrition
as easily as Sisyphus's obligations.
often times it is the demons that unwittingly bind us, rather than
good ones, as with a sinkhole that threatens to be an eternal damnation, belies a presumed self-divulged love treasurewaiting to be embraced...
if ever.
