Forlorn, Forgotten

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The heart is in the hand,

the ladles in spoon

dripping,

begging, for

anything more

than a simplified version of hope

Fault belies the figment

of solitary contention

Fact betrays with its magnetic lustfulness

the pheromone’s however, grow

lost when companioned by distrust’s harvest

Failure sires grief

A grief begetting autonomy, one

of sorrowful denouncement, where

streams of guilt forever pervade those

crescendos that your secrets keep—

Blissful repression, questing amongst

the pungent pittance of gnostic glaze,

purveying the articulations buried deep,

into A place, further than that of sleep

Archaeology of the symptoms and the broken

accord, traversing diamonds not quite, fully self-absorbed—

abandoned by the vast rapids flow, with but one paddle and

A stream so cruel

Built within every longing moment, there, betwixt the

now and those faded memories when time still favored

the moments yet to come, while still

existing was a sense of where

Stop on over to D'Verse, where every Tuesday we have the greatest Poetry Celebration on the planet.  Yep, Open Link Night opens at 3pm and runs throughout the night.  With so many talented poets showing up each and every week, you just have to head on over and see what's being shared at the pub, always a great time.