My Romantic Letter to Omega (Universe) – Page 16
XVI. DELIVERANCE
It was an unexpected quiet coffee shop in a Friday afternoon.
I walked in with the familiar feeling of being befriended. The comforting smiles of the staff, opens a glamorous humor as soon as I nestled my residing amusement in my favorite couch. Quickly I melted at the opening rise of the conversation..
“Your today’s Coffee?”
I grinned, my pointy finger seized itself onto the Mochaccino. The unusual selection exposed me to my childlike grin.
A friend came in. She lifted a topic in a quick tick. There we chatter along like two old friends, two learning geeks, two uncategorized mimic of Dante and Satre who made a turned out point on a big book on the table. It was like a quiz of mind, testing questions, and naturally, testing the answers. Since many things/cases seemed to have been forgiven, but not forgotten.
A peacefully harmful play of two brains slicing out their domain – A use of mind, to escape the mind – I tilted my head in a way and the other, shifting standards, too much milk in the coffee, reassuring the availability of my security… the cigar ran tasteless. Is it now updated or has it been outdated?
Another question, another stairway going up the temple and down the labyrinth, not very amusing… I tell you. But as the hour went by it became more obvious;
Sympathy might still bring harmful things, but Empathy is to never being harmful.
Oho! A catchy tongue bite~ questioning the emotional intellectuality.
But once you have a clean thread of Feeling… you’ll soon realize again, that to forget, is to change the (past) case into blessings.
Surely it is one of the wisest humor of mankind. A force-slap to reshape the civilized manner –
Mostly, at stake.
Document to Kill
Why do we live in grief?
And regularly breathe in our constant kill
Why do pleasures play men like dogs and bones
Poured on their face, a plague marched asunder
I’ve tasted the sensitivity of sin and bliss
Crappy as my bones now ready to croak
And my teeth shrinking off my jaws
I could’ve shrieked like a fool girl!
May I let my ego float over these centric cities?
And meet the very name of
Karma, Karma
Life, she spit me out her breath
Wise as I am
A little girl, a little girl I am
Karma, Karma
Love, she hung me on her neck
Wild as I am
But Mommy doesn’t know her name…
I’m now halfway more to the moon…
Now I’m halfway more to the moon…
“The Suitors” Art by Gustave Moreau
Dear citizens, please mark your plate;
Singular verse in every order
Symptoms are for lunatic
Robotic mercantilism
Dear citizens,
You are now reaching an unknown era;
Madmen are flawless
Poets are enchant less
We are the mannequins of our devilish wisdom
The un-admitting widower
Thus we could’ve slept slower
Into the arm of our Hungarian lover
So sleep, sleep late ‘til you dead
Planetarians subsidiary
Directory underwater
Equilibrium Management
Numerous incentives
The fairy is burning
The monument is breaking
The temples are lacking
And dancing us in
Mad. Yes… let’s be mad with
Our sensual harassment consistency…
Kill, Kill
That flavor… that wills us to kill
This Document,
is to Kill.
Pity
I Pity
…us for this.
Author’s note:
Written in 2007 (writing.com), very emotional verses which assaulted my curiosity somewhere in a mid-afternoon. It represents an early state whenever Chaos within the Self manifest itself. My special thanks to Biblioklept (truly one of my inspiring analyst!) for bringing The Suitors artwork to public attention… Again, thank you 🙂
Staviolatte
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