Bittered to cartoonish narcissim

[marquis_de_odde]

This is not another love poem

Gushing things two dimension
Flashing were demons roam
To a greed emtioned pension
I am not cinderella
Though slippers glass impact my feet
A dreamy gallant suave fella
I've come to know I'll never meet
Doom is sometimes too apparent
Pushing down on cursed maids
The laughing sappy incoherent
Singy songs of those been laid
A fortnight passes,plummets groundward
My hopes squash to reality
To face this truth be called a coward
Better false hopes halo me
Maybe I'm just too narrow
Fools and jesters come to court
A flinty flitty green browed spaarow
Naivety's the true report
Goodbye schooled hopes of bliss
Perhaps my eny's more than truth
Angry blowhard biting kiss
Cupid's a bastard hovered in sooth
So long to idiot whimsy
Goodbye my fancied carriage of hope
Excuses of waiting seem too flimsy
As aged horror burns the means of cope

[osiris]

Why do we hold the direct, unpretentious demands of nature in such contempt, I wonder? It's as if we would stave off every inevitable solubility in order to cling to an image in a mirror, regardless of the horror's that lurk in the backround of the reflection.


Much Love :)