Finding ourselves in words

 

 

Finding ourselves in words

 

The throne of words unravels and are disturbed by the rubbish of sentences that fade into a

shade of screams.

I was sent to a corner of reality which extracted paragraphs, sewn into the fabric of planned

hostilities.

I toasted an event of a chameleon nature, to permanently mess with the weighing of

sentiments on the justice scales.

And there exists the flipping of the pages used as a fan during hot days from books but for all

intent and purpose, they are used as a creation of the pen.

During concealing moments and aspiration with a health and success, in a tempest of thoughts I

was wished many health and successes.

There was a panic in the land when libraries crumbled and the books petrified in twisted stone

barely legible.

The chord of servants dragged the future into the past neglecting the present, which travels in

peculiar motion against schemes.

Rare repeats in lines gone wayward with dictation dreamed in quotes of asunder laws in spaces

of ego,

While the seed was sown in this present realm, and taken momentarily to another dimension

for perusal, into a typeset with a foreign thought.

Spent gratitude was granted by the ink that flows, with an open mind that is endless in the

landscape of writing.

Libation of words flow with the newest imagination, which conquers an epitome of diversity in

the original torture of creation.

The mythical surroundings struck on the hourglass of envy only to climb and embrace habitual

desecrated patterns of repetition.

A staggered tradition gives pardon to a ritual only to rejoice in ignorance, while scrounging for

a harbor of frustration.

A visiting chapter was read carrying a succession of slippery reasoning, in the bosom of magical

memories.

A forgiven justice longs for consequences with misery understood in the novella of life.

A grip written holds a stride of a stretch with the game of allotted tears of stone.

 

 

 

 

 

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31 thoughts on “Finding ourselves in words

  1. “There was a panic in the land when libraries crumbled and the books petrified in twisted stone barely legible.”

    A wonderful Line Joseph. Books, and the written word, throughout the ages have been great tools used for knowledge. And when that knowledge has become widespread, how many throughout the ages have panicked and tried to destroy the written word.

    “I was sent to a corner of reality which extracted paragraphs, sewn into the fabric of planned hostilities. ”

    A beautiful collection of words dear Joseph, and I never tire of reading them.

    have a wonderful day.
    Sue 🙂

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  2. I missed writing again. I just rested my brain from thinking too much for a year!? I have not written my version of Mirror….I just thought of having a vacation in some places worth visiting and some times were spent indoors….

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