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Sunday, August 26, 2012

sweat soaked sadness

A sadistic mystic,
Resisting the crypt of existing.
Overwhelmed realms of my mind,
Imagining magical signs.
Unravelling misery’s mysteries.
And dreaming them
Undefined.
My knotted thoughts
Can be caught,
Exhausted , lost and forgot.
I’ve mixed tricks to fix bliss
But lost grip.
Too many words eclipsed
And dismissed.

 Petulant intelligence is irrelevant.
Only evidence of reckless emphasis.

2 comments:

Whatever said...

nice.

Anonymous said...

I know this poor brave solipsistic mystic.
The choice amounts to acceptance or petulance.
Dismissal
ellipses neither pain,
nor grip of
fate fixed in bliss-mixed tricks.
Lost in enhaust I forgot--
knotted thoughts
can be caught.
Dreams define
wormhole doorways.
Why unravel misery's mysteries
waiting ever for magical signs?
Mind's realm reaches forever.

Cryptic existence resistance is
mystic not sadistic.

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