How can I be summer, autumn's in my head, winter in my heart and spring far from my nature

God's subordinates circumvent the orb of life.

A gentle orb of violent quakes.

The epitome of canivorous rot, a dog eat dog society.

Among them, distilled white wings flutter hope as spent shells watch their souls pierce turgid cells.

 

This is the life...lies.

Perpetrated by orifices bleeding fire and brimstone.

Occassionally,I Iift my eyes to a three dimensional illusion that eludes me,

but returns the lightning storm in a box, to the reflection of a shackled bulb in a tea cup.

 

A residence fashioned from unfathomable worth,

juxtapositioned to the source, while on a porch a pensive being tentatively swirls its hand....indecision.

Below, the long toothed bunch brace cyclones.

An epic being for all seasons.

Reviews

[lark]

This has got bounce and rhythm that is delicious.
Especially:
Among them, distilled white wings flutter hope as spent shells watch their souls pierce turgid cells.

Occassionally,I Iift my eyes to a three dimensional illusion that eludes me,
but returns the lightning storm in a box, to the reflection of a shackled bulb in a tea cup.

... that last line in particular is wicked.

Maybe it's me, but the second stanza seems to have more focus and life than the other two.






Wow, by the way.




(carnivorous* (?))

[luke312]

Seriously Man Very Righteous Great use of words

[Jason Henry]

this is what you wrote today? i'm glad i waited it out after all...cause this one is absolutely amazing. words are your slaves dude, never to be emancipated! this is just another phenomenal write...