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the stormy genesis told in rage
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Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
against the tide, wind in my face
trolled by humanity's emotional push of insecurity and it's helpless funeral of death's own hearse.
The lower clouds of Oblivion hang like a shroud with their cover hiding the dawning Genesis
much like the moods of pulsing hormones
Bellowing like a thunder rampart from a Siren.
The multi levels like a multiverse sing loudly!
Inclement weather, stars struck
in the folds of deepest velvet
Pummelling like labor pains
in the expected timely plum.
Collapsing malaise into patterns
Still indecipherable.
More emotional swallowing
Quick succession; it barely holds on to it.
Heavier still, humid rolls that,
strongly argue.With my hairs in
textured curls; a frizz, frazzled.
And nothing in this world could have stopped it.
Born it was to chaos and those insulent
Infinities set within a deeper barotonal.
Winds whipped submissively with such gales.
A flighty Empath struggles, calmer, like a storm.
Every sense and senseless heart beat torn
Beating brows of salty sweat
the beads pause; Time stands alone
and then effortlessly but with a slower,
kingly urge, pompous, proudly it bows.
Humbled by creations birth, so full of life
But how?
One wonders in lost faith uncounted,
Will the final sum of life be painted thus alone?
The moment felt in thrills of unsung musings,
Words will fail, like time still standing, always.
It forever longs for satisfactory artistry;
A painting: spread above thus in the heavens!
Such earthly things trivial and low
Will never be found emptied there.
It's far greater than prior census counted up.
Emotional too, yet not too heavy
for their softened lips cracked sight
While busy making up the attention
Like children spoilt, licking ice cream on cones.
The lighter clouds of mist and hope
Have left the beholder with mournful longing.
The muffled deeps and shrill shreaikings
Of children playing, delighted, they act.
Not on they're own accord,
for the sky's beauty Is never found...
Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
against the tide, wind in my face
trolled by humanity's emotional push of insecurity and it's helpless funeral of death's own hearse.
The lower clouds of Oblivion hang like a shroud with their cover hiding the dawning Genesis
much like the moods of pulsing hormones
Bellowing like a thunder rampart from a Siren.
The multi levels like a multiverse sing loudly!
Inclement weather, stars struck
in the folds of deepest velvet
Pummelling like labor pains
in the expected timely plum.
Collapsing malaise into patterns
Still indecipherable.
More emotional swallowing
Quick succession; it barely holds on to it.
Heavier still, humid rolls that,
strongly argue.With my hairs in
textured curls; a frizz, frazzled.
And nothing in this world could have stopped it.
Born it was to chaos and those insulent
Infinities set within a deeper barotonal.
Winds whipped submissively with such gales.
A flighty Empath struggles, calmer, like a storm.
Every sense and senseless heart beat torn
Beating brows of salty sweat
the beads pause; Time stands alone
and then effortlessly but with a slower,
kingly urge, pompous, proudly it bows.
Humbled by creations birth, so full of life
But how?
One wonders in lost faith uncounted,
Will the final sum of life be painted thus alone?
The moment felt in thrills of unsung musings,
Words will fail, like time still standing, always.
It forever longs for satisfactory artistry;
A painting: spread above thus in the heavens!
Such earthly things trivial and low
Will never be found emptied there.
It's far greater than prior census counted up.
Emotional too, yet not too heavy
for their softened lips cracked sight
While busy making up the attention
Like children spoilt, licking ice cream on cones.
The lighter clouds of mist and hope
Have left the beholder with mournful longing.
The muffled deeps and shrill shreaikings
Of children playing, delighted, they act.
Not on they're own accord,
for the sky's beauty Is never found...
