Sonnet Bayonnette
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Cruel it seems, as I lay in a twisted bridled knot
Ardurous and flaming is the mood of my mane
And deep, I seep into the chambers of focussed thought
Furrowing down the dirty narrow streets of insane
Victims of plethora and forbearers of unquarantined disease
The populace of the world, a many, eke out a shrill moan
For they fall short, stealthily bargain a devil's premise
Then can they dare dream grieve for grievances forgone
But the child in thy buds with grace and sheer delight
Light there is, at the end of pathways of frightened poles
The tide of hope ebbs through hearts in life's twilight
Generous masters of faith semble what charity doles
All rise, all rise for the dawn of new world approaches
Apocalypse is time sharks are seperated from roaches
Quatrain of sorts
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As I convulse in gripping joy of ripping flippants
Being the t(T)udor of England you are not spared for
Cobblestones of thy joy ploy sly opponent's derision
Dwindling chances of victimising wisdom vaporize in thin air
Welcome Gate to Morons
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Its the mere hate I rejoice having, or for your averageness, that makes me write on the manners you morons excel in flaunting. The sonnet and the four lines do not mean anything to you but I wisely have used them because it escapes your crass minds. Phelgmatic are your views because you cannot face action and stand by the storm. Squabbling souls of yours make up the sum total of all choas in the universe. You are the prefects of all confused places of the world.
Firstly, you are not a distinct individual - not that you don't take over the reins of some hapless pygmies. You are residing parasitically in every creation called, lovingly, as humans. You tamper, finger, screw with the base ethics of an evolving mind and make it mediocre. You mother the mothers of mothers who make mothers for the wannabe mothers. You are a disease called paralytic somnambulism which divulges nothing but morphs the character to restrained ethos.
Hey human, breathe easy. For you do having some saving grace. You can evolve and rise from the ashes......
Thoughts of the writer are personal and to be taken as his view of things
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2 comments:
hey!!! that was a pleasure to read!
nice to read as much assertion and emphasis without the use of the Expletive
and though i am soooooo tempted to comment on the content .... this post shall be dedicated to commenting of the way the post is written
loved it!!
and yes... (as much as i resisted).... mediocrity is offensively disgusting.... pity them and their lives...
waiting for the next post
urs truly!
croce .....
u rock as usual ... i see that the vagaries of almost getting into the thirties has not tempered ur passion !
However, my general thought is that the world is full of averageness by definition - humans, as narcissistic as they might be, are only defined by their averageness.
Although great men are known for being outliers, they do not exist without the averageness of the commons.
I feel your anger against mediocrity in this world, and I can associate with it. However, I want to remind you of what once an old man, who is no more, said a long time ago when we were in LFJC, and I quote ," If everyone becomes an IITan who will drive my car".
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