starry eyed cloud of surreal angels

rew4er2nail

utmost nadir of despair found

this atheist craning his neck skyward

hearing resplendent August

choral symphony may sound absurd,

but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,

i.e. extreme myopia) genetically injured

acute undoubted gifted courtesy,

viz cochlear ability crystal clear

also heard kindled melodious Lord


and lady joyously plucked harp strings,

which did lyft spirits seared, moored

anchored of me, one who demurred

coyly being graced with

exquisite hypnosis got lured

 

into cerulean celestial vault,

where I acquiesced and murmured

after a lifetime of hardship inured

every cell in my glob bully

warmed weatherbeaten body

 

sought salvation, thus poetic urge averred

this skeptic (nee nihilist), no matter

faith no more,...perhaps

soul asylum desperation secured


tenuous linkedin thread of hope

barely connecting yours truly, whose word

not necessarily claiming

to be the gospel truth,

 

nonetheless sought to nimbly aire

asthma tried and true valued metier,

vis a vis thru write of springiness declare

ring nothing sacrilegious,

nor decried as Harris say (ad) aware

no matter Doubting Thomas's (donned


as trumpeting English muffins)

may suspiciously questioning - dare

faux authenticity atop wobbly

shaky, and noname spear

such antithetical blare

nee as the rhyming ranting

of a harmless maniac

with mediocre ability to scare

heavenly visualization -

secondarily as a zealous

Earthlinked aspiring balladeer,

 

who immediately chucked

delusive fastasical notions

earning degree as an engineer,

thus setting sights, and

virtually figurative crosshair


to cackle like Chanticlear,

which discordant aural

debacle tortured ear pier

sing decibel threshold of unbear

hubble pain for

those unfortunately subjected

and forced to endure such screeching

a result of budget cuts - profoundly severe

that perilous, seditious, and viscous tear

into webbed, whirled, and wide statecraft,

hence melodic reverberation mistaken

as mock apple pie "FAKE" fakir


begging intercession qua spiritual guardian,

wrought mine overactive imagination

conjuring smug cockle doodle fledgling cheer

shoring temple mount reverse fortune,

whereby by fanciful fatefulness, I fell victim,

tomb eye own dim eyes, poppycock did ensnare

riotous, roisterous, and ruinous roostering

essentially roused, grounded,

and distorted nightmare!



 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2019 19:50
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 4
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