A poem worth reminiscing? Is not poetry art? I do think so if I may say so myself
The darkness embracing
Distance receding
Perssure deciding
To seek it's grip to loosen
What is there to every season
Just a streak of monogamy
Polygamy, such a tempation
Avoiding sensation
Incineration of the soul
Disillusioning the soul
Distancing from the ghoul
Oh what ghoul you say
The ghoul of despair
So ripe with disrepair
Unsimilar with life
Life being the incompletion, it's strife
My thorough words imploding, hopefully your mind
Woefully, I don't mind
It would without the sign I align with the distance of life
I let the strife run wild as it is what I am
Situation unaimed as life is unarmed to counter the roughness of a random dive
Into the desolate, unkowing what i'll find, unknowing what i'll finally be
To be human and recede, recede into the drudgery. Reside into the dark
And come out free, free of the the chains that binds us
Free of the chains that binds, thus
It is a search which continues, which the race continues to face
The problems that faced are decreasing.
That is our only dream, to scream and still retain our mortal frame
Missing our mortal frame, we stand alone. Decidious to the game of the game
The game that is our soul that is our universe! The random game
Playing our entirety for nothing or for something which is beyound our mind to grasp.
This, I tell you gentlemen and women, without a gasp.
Destined greetings from Baldur, yours truly and yours certainly as is the universal truth.
