Poetry/ prose peekaboo

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Alliterations accoy ablepsia
( not a poem but...)

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revolving through dimensions
Flurry past my intentions
Some mellow ;some to leave us with intentions
mayhaps its life
mayhaps all the strifes
mayhaps bring every whit of tension
yet the beauty of myriad
yet the melange of inventions
yet the spirit of void
is something to muse, can you avoid?

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revolving through dimensions
Flurry past my intentions
Some mellow ;some to leave us with intentions
mayhaps its life
mayhaps all the strifes
mayhaps bring every whit of tension
yet the beauty of myriad
yet the melange of inventions
yet the spirit of void
is something to muse, can you avoid?

Unfinished Sympathy.

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revolving through dimensions
Flurry past my intentions
Some mellow ;some to leave us with indentions
mayhaps its life
mayhaps all the strifes
mayhaps bring every whit of tension
yet the beauty of myriad
yet the melange of inventions
yet the spirit of void
is something to muse, can you avoid?

Unfinished Sympathy.

Thanks for the title

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Vade Mecum v.1

Its another typical work day
For constructor Mason, work to keep him at bay
Another day to survive on top of twenty seventh storey
So entrenched in the sweat drenched life, forgot did he,
The safety wear and anchor advised by his supervisor so angry
But his heart was in a tart; down the metal wrought
Oh my soul, did he fall, without the anchor, over death he'd trot!

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Vade Mecum v.2

Who's the supervisor in our lives of you and me?
Our Vade Mecum, The Life, the Truth , the Way, the Key?
Whose presence, our light; strong to keep us from death of our soul in entirety
Hearts be examined, submitted for your conscience to search
If we were doers of law or were we only hearers on the lurch
May our eyes be fastened to agape across
If not, we'd be rolling stones gathering no moss
hopeless in blues over day to day chaos.

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Discipline


What is it? Is it for m e?
I would need to give up
I would need to forget
I would need to just silence my opinions
Wrapping my head around this Mary go round
I try to induce positive vibes
I try to attribute it to something I like
But in the end one thing remains in the core
Being submissive to the orders
To the boundaries
Obedience is her nearest kin
Both my mortal enemies
In my perception
But in reality?
Theyre more than teachers
Theyre more than friends
They have higher weight age than success
I mean they give birth to success for Petes sake!
Yet do I willingly change my previous thoughts?
Discipline is very next orderliness
You need to classify every nick of aspect in this life into a box
Discipline!
It's everywhere! But-
I'm addicted to entropy
Chaotic is my middle name.
But if I continue, I know I'll be betraying you
You who are in the middle of deep
Pondering and observing me
Waiting patiently
For me to return ; for me to be free
Free from the chaos...
Pledging to discipline.

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Spirited Spell

And so the choice was given to her. Either to carry out a subterfuge or submission to the Supplanter...
As surly she had been, she surmised the former was the svelte one
He was swarthy, didn't put an effort to swank 
He just wanted to swill his sprite..
Their verbal spar sounded soulless..
Others speculated she was a spurious spud
Yet to him? His very own spry spunk!
Though everything he offered was sop to her
His being remained sonorous to her soreness.

'That was sordid of you!', she sputtered at me
The one who gave her breath.

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When your world revolved around me,
And I grew still in your soothing symphony...
I still searched for thing called love
Can't limit it with you babe
Yet you risked it all for me
No strings attached was the motto
For the lady
This thing called love, a topic of subjectivity
For some a bitter pill, to others a reason to live
For some it would take to declivity
While its still prancing around in festivity
For with it or without it
we'd always be in obits.

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mumbo jumbo


Gotta mediocre melodeon
Making mellifluous melee
A melange of mica
Though it may seem meritorious to many,
'It deserved mere meretricious mention
Yet it's purpose served in the moment mollified me
Though I mooched in the monochrome motel
It became like molasses so musty

'Don't you think she is making some mumbo jumbo?' , the melodeon mumbled
Mummifying it's maker me

Meh...that's what last post makes an individual,
Madcap! trust me...

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A for...
A
When An avocado at Après midi did not allay April's agony
An acre across, in the alfresco stood alluring acorn alley
Alongside an ashened alpaca, bereft of amity
Amidst all, the alpaca's tears did not go amiss
It wasn't that abstruse, you see,
For April too, knew their shared ache
Consisted of alacrity toward adventure
At the moment of adversity.

Absurd. Yep! But Adroit? Not!

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...
À new Leaf they called but became a fib.
Bring ´em on like crip..wanna perfect that rhythm in his grip...
gonna shaggy up the ghost like a rip...
ain't it fun dawg, man she gotta lisp..pick it, kick it, throw it...
gonna smatter the dark clouds without a trip.
Yo need a high bro? Naw, gotta man it up and grow...
aye stars ain't growing in the dark but keep themselves lit in the spark...

.....

Missed my turn, reaper ain't stoppin',
gotta problem?
Now I'm barely holdin' Fighting to keep my eyes open,
damn these limbs..why are they droopin'?
You need to live, they say, but don't they know that this is beyond spookin'?
You ready dawg? With that tooth and nail, we gonna show it whom they're fightin'...
Brace your back, they gonna keep on shootin' ,
pick up the sticks,lass, why the damnation are y'a starin'?

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...
À new Leaf they called but became a fib.
Bring ´em on like crip..wanna perfect that rhythm in his grip...
gonna shaggy up the ghost like a rip...
ain't it fun dawg, man she gotta lisp..pick it, kick it, throw it...
gonna smatter the dark clouds without a trip.
Yo need a high bro? Naw, gotta man it up and grow...
aye stars ain't growing in the dark but keep themselves lit in the spark...

.....

Missed my turn, reaper ain't stoppin',
gotta problem?
Now I'm barely holdin' Fighting to keep my eyes open,
damn these limbs..why are they droopin'?
You need to live, they say, but don't they know that this is beyond spookin'?
You ready dawg? With that tooth and nail, we gonna show it whom they're fightin'...
Brace your back, they gonna keep on shootin' ,
pick up the sticks,lass, why the damnation are y'a starin'?

Reply to Rap v.1

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Reply to rap v.2

kay mate got the picture thank yo
so u can spit em up good gratz yo
Can dat Ire an' heat melt an ice queen 'heart yo?
Or the flintiest soul of brainwashed Gustappo?
yeah u might as well drive dem bentleys
But how dyu get to the porch wen da world's on lees
Of hatred, doubt, and retaliation
as we are absorbed in our cocoons of self actualization?

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Fruitful Wait...

She looked with growing despair...
Who could fathom her despondent heart?
Certain passerby thought she must be delusional.
Another Pharisee condemned her thoughtless pursuit.
Yet deep in her heart, she knew...it was destiny...
for her to seek the lost.
To renew her youthful vigour she once had.
To live and not to drown into the everlasting depth of abyss...
Thus she looked, though her eyes strained, and her neck pained
Years flew, time did not wait for her in her search...nay time flurried past like Ferrari
Still she looked
For that ray of hope...
Though she knew that the wait was long,
She realised that it was meant to be...
For it taught her patience and perseverance
Which the children of present didn't have.
Till the last breath she held her responsibility,
She did not waver
According to other's views...
Like the gentle caressing wind she rested
Her wait was rewarded
For soon came a rogue
Encumbered by mischiefs and whatnot
Swayed by the charms
Prepared to destroy
But even in her death, the atmosphere she prepared
Did not diminish or degenerate
For it served as a stone of foundation
For the recently repented , previously uncircumcised rogue...

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bondaged

Spending the most of my time in that reeked cage of mine which I am rewarded with( apparently for the kind help I did to my poor neighbours) is, i must say deteriorating. Yes, you may call me a thief, on second thoughts, I would be deemed to be called Robinhood as I stole 30quids from the famous  Ms Smith who is defined by lux. What would 30 quids mean to her? Absolutely nothing! In that mansion of hers drawn with tapestries shone by bronze chandeliers and grand furnitures accentuated by the pricey trinkets and luxuries as such... Could you imagine a lady of such elegance and opulence minding over a small, minuscule material being lost? 
Sigh! Now the good part is that those thirty quids were confiscated. Huh! Went through all that pseudo-woddoo traps for nothing!
And the best part is the question which I've been pondering for so long that it hurt my poor brain... 

Will my siblings accept me? Will I be a stranger to them? Will they tread the same steps as me?

Click. The doors of the dungeon finally open. I dream flying out of here through that tiny fragment of space the guard has finally allowed for the food to be deposited. 

The flies, they irritate me the most. Why? Them and me are actually fighting for the food! I know it's not the food I would eat, but anything given to me at this moment would be acceptable since it's a relief from the boring setting which Fate has decided to please me with.

After eating I walk or try to atleast, in the squeezed up cave as my body starts wailing for movement. Wow! I actually personified my body as well! Great Job Rob! I mentally applaud myself for being deranged as well. What do you expect? Locked up in this heaven with none to mingle or socialise with for a fortnight would lead many to serious offences! But compared to that...I'm good. For now.

Ting-Ting! I look through the metallic stripes at an angel's face. Yes, any human who would meet me here other than the silly guards, are angels, no doubt! I have experienced none other than guards during my stay. 


The young boy's crisp and crystalline voice bounces and amplify.

"Praise the Lord the Brother! Today My Lord declares that you are free from your bonds!"


Which Lord? Lord of Cuthbert Burgh? How could he know this simpleton me? What bonds? Did he mean he is going to get me out of here? 

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moments

sometimes they needn't fulfil
Our expectations
sometimes they are so little
That we might not be satisfied.
We pine for something
that aren't meant for us!
By the end, we realise
they were exactly
what we needed all the time-

Those little cosy moments.

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If life were fuschias to the core
Wouldn't i moan thinkin why its such a bore?
But now that I've found my masterpieces i tore
Tis time for molding and making the chore
Of my lazy streak into a door
Leading to excitement and sick lore
Let creativity flow through the cornucopia's store
To go beyond surviving, to start living in this shore
I've yet to explore.

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Just when I thought I was getting somewhere
I get sucked into another lair
Of void and eclair

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Tis a tug of war
Between reality and fantasy darnn
Tis a tug of war
Between dark and darker shades of morn
Tis a tug of
Perspicacities incomplete
Tis a tug of
Temperance in this feat
Tis a
construction
Tis a
renovation
Tis
Life
Tis
you
Tis
I.

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What is it to evoke the night?
Not a leaf stirred, what a plight
A pair of eyes pondered in the shadows bright
Can the shards be stirred to ignite?
Hope- a lost cause, frail wisp ignored as trite
Not much to say for soul which lost sight
Perhaps one could meander till the grim's night
On the surface, might be a meaningless freak in fright
Yet what if
What if...
a caviar could be dug from a heart contrite?
Possibilities unending
And time never waiting
In the stupor the grasshopper dreams...

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Grievances of detachment
Brevity of your loved one
Reaper sneers, while out of it path you veer
Out desperately
Serendipitously
Twill take eons
For the acceptance phase and yet
Attachments keep flooding
Albeit you'd know
The moments are temporary
The price is self denial
The pursuit goes on...

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when the complexities of the matrix
Befuddles and perplexes you
Resorting to wittering- aint that cool boo?
Might not mean much yet it heals and fix
That ruddy protoplasmic jellied up helix
Of lesser evils and what nots

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They call balderdash but
How droll it would be with banal platitudes
Of facts
For one whose imagination is lacking
muddying up the syntax is cracking