My Assumption, My Story

Vacation of my heart's most outlandish notions,
Ethereal expectation of the future and
Exotic reparations are held at hand;
Disgruntled recaptured emotions
Drowning in remorseful quicksand,
Visions so painfully vivid, brilliant
And eternal, only birthed to be discarded.

My hopes of fantasy have mostly departed.

There is naught but mindless toil here,
A constant reminder that we share growth and fear.
Yet a blissful shred of days past remains,
Only a shrouded recollection I can explain.

This new LIEf is choking the life out of me.
This is truthfully nothing I can freely defend or withstand,
Only peacefully pretend and disband.

[SHUFFLE]

It's just that I feel so...used up and jaded, you know?
It's like I forgot how to just get up and follow the flow
and loosen my grasp on what was claimed to be "free";
Seems like I could never let go of my beloved past...
Cuckoo, perfectly, painfully me.

[CUT THE DECK]

I've always known the fear of words you utter in absence of me.
and how you bring them to life, a recount of an iridescent testimony;
A capricious verbiage of articulated needles and pins in it's own right
which paints a landscape cliche and chock full of sins in terrible hues;

in useless and tattered, littered rooms held in contempt at head's height,
against insurmountable odds I can't bring myself to refuse;

in the bewildered minds of those slighting to topple it all, with nothing to lose,
those who own conflicted souls tainted, stained by their avarice and greed;

in the blackening hearts of those who shoulder our burdens with unfathomable might,
those who are trapped within, amongst themselves, with such desire and naked need;

[DEAL]

Now I'm awake to this world in such a way
conveyed as ageless law and timeless logic
masked by greed and swept away by disarray;

This world trudges on in it's own dismay,
it's people torn apart and angered
confused and lethargic, endangered;
despite being prattled pawns
we are complacent with being spent,
wasted an won over by false idols' songs,
left with meager scraps, wholly content
with a hollow promise, our whitewashed euphoria

What is real? What is really true?
We choke on our warped knowledge and borrowed glory
the same old f*****g story, shattered
fit into differed configurations

What about when it really mattered,
the days we dreamed of our liberation,
the salvation from our personal hell?

Reunion.

Reviews

[Vincent]

Just so everybody knows, LIEf is an intentional spelling error signifying that my current life is a lie.

[Kimmee Jean]

Life is misspelled but I love the breakup of the stanzas. Awesome piece otherwise