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The Perils Of Quest for the Unchosen Man

Sometimes it’s as simple as it appears
occasionally volume and density
together share a similar vein—
digesting a polluting fog—
that only ever emphasizes fear and the
dissociative amnesia that colors the frames—
and cells, you may oust those sentry’s guarding thee, yet
forget the route and reenact those snares that first took grasp of thee—
dragging fugue from future’s poetic resolve—stifling prisms bent from guiding stars—halting progression’s permeating design, forcing the plotting points of potential to retreat deep back in to the deepest and dankest catacombs of an over-active mind— and there, in such uncomely accommodations, you leave, unattended, all the corruption and greedy subdivisions of time—
tied and bound to hips
of a faithless and ever addicted berated shell of a once proud metropolis
And here in that cot that swelters at first suns gaze, the sights internal permeate your consciousness and image forth the never-ending symphony of betrayal’s chaotic cage—Ever careful though, to stay in some semblance of familiarity, you hone all embers of focus present to mold, into a blinding unreality whose only purpose is to disregard the insincerity burgeoning beneath the tiered layers Of a deceitful motif—
As lament is coated over by palettes of un-palpable imaging, ever so subtle in it’s tones and hues, you could, if the self was willing, to fall asleep in this painted garden of serenity—yet evil often ferments quite cold, seeping slowly until the frostbite can not revert without the severance of a limb, claiming, always claiming something for it’s plighting cost—

And all that remains, under robes of repression, are the veritable scales of predilection—traveling forth on pikes of arresting cadence—
you’ll arrive, keeping close the angst and rage that stirs the ruse that conceals the fear and haze—where obelisks constructed to the sky, it’s walls gander freely to it’s peak so high, un-scalable in the present state of demarcation’s pugnacious retribution, constricting all that still reflects unsullied within, compelling the pen to stencil forth the proximity of this untested solution’s plan—diagnosing perceived weaknesses in the indestructible armor blinding from each crinkling of metallic sheath—you embark heretofore on what you deem the quest your shell was destined for—sacrificing what you feel is right for the only option left this lilting vessel of light—so unto to the violet fragrances our hallucinations surge, planting forth the dreams that blossom odiferous scents imagined to be aligned with that of other sense—which allows the stylus to react in such dirigible grooves, permitting the somber elegy to skip it’s melodic tune—that forever plays in repetition, the deep countenance of blindsiding fruition, from where, here in such homesteads lore, it will forever be remembered as the time a less than proper mortal man, had devised a means to outsmart the prince of darkness himself, in his very own sadistic game of jousting wits— and here, the men and women of this earthly land, whenever that sound of echoic distinction ranges free on cloudless days, smile, knowing your freedom, at least for the moment has been saved, and is entirely held within your hands.

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About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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