Specked

He had dazzled me by his vague
And fogged activities.
It had laid before his peripheries:
It was not a touch of smooth,
Avoided something had glazed.
He gloated on others' doom and
Gloated on his upcoming  future.
He smeared filth on others' through
His incongruous tongue.

His adjacent colour is fracture.
This gist is something fully
Avoid his auspices,
Built a blockbuster of squalling.
No one could pass beyond this
Adamant.

He had bruised them slowly:
He had no discernible pendant
Of love and affection.
Incandescent of his penury of 
Shoestring enthusiasm into 
Outside.

Whenever he failed in his gloating:
Heralded his shoal of ludicrous
And praiseworthy words.
I had watched into his corridor
Of mind:
I saw a twisting leviathan hoopla;
That was coming towards me.