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Sunday, April 13, 2008

A Taste of Styx

Listen to a granted boon
Usage of the darkened moon
Wielding words from craggy ore
Souls are yet to know my lore

Sublime is a common feel
One that pinned Achilles' heel
Brought me gifts has pained me too
Sad, alone, confused and blue

Mighty dams are none compared
Smallest leaks that didn't cared
Abstract things are weakest spot
Lingers through my sense and gut

Cognizance has got me late
Lately was the sourest state
Hearkened when the silence spoke
Sorrow guised on silken cloak

Venture to a cluttered midst
See a feeble Satirist
Enveloped on elven shroud
Bleeding chest is gushing loud

4 Angelic comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

a sentiment of my imperfectness.

i have a weakness, and i know it. emotionally..

eibear said...

Sublime is a common feel
One that pinned Achilles' heel
Brought me gifts has pained me too
Sad, alone, confused and blue

your into something painful i guess.

Gerald Galindez said...

you have no idea how it feels to be vulnerable... ~_^

ekhosama said...

Another great poem. YAY! =) Your vocabulary is very extensive. For me, I always use the same words over and over. I get mad at myself sometimes.

is it the feeling of being used by ppl that frightens you. I just live with mine. cuz it satisfies ppl and I get to do artistic stuff when I'm alone, but I'm usually not alone. I don't know how to explain it...