Bored Bohemian

word- strung rosaries of mine an antedote or anodyne? hard to trace the flood of gaze that feeds life with eternity @artemis

  i will unclasp the honor-chains let your blue words breathe free. it is an amputee of heart- in an emergency - told to sever as a cure a cut so neat- for gangrene throbbing to vague nerves of past- a side effect. @   artemis  

  This soul worn and grown sheer that once cloaked one cavalier. Who forswore air against rust that condemns one through trust. Was caught nonetheless by plea and refashioned to flee. Bashful now of flippant hands lest they strip the rest away... @artemis 

  The grains of grace are cast To grieve on ground as silt. Of common line and cast A seeing sieve await. Light uproots but to plant Alone, unseen in a vault. The sole occupant that Won pain in wrong conquest. @artemis

  Soul mine - adamantine Not ever for barter Not bliss of philistine Nor vice of twin-tempter. Sworn to sly bewitcher? Be Bride for him! - Trades The Grand Adulterer In jealous masquerades. @artemis

  compare and despair? nay, muse is not needed, discontent she weaves in as though distortion pleased. here dwells the priestess of pain, tainted and anointed by memories. pierced by shards of soul, planted with criminal care worse still - the missing hand withdrawn afterwords. @artemis

love me not like the poet worshipping words and self-monuments pimping me in new art streets reading my reveries writing my roving self that never could sleep around. love me not like the rhetorician measuring my mystery stalking my defeat never could i belong to a side. love me not like the man drunk in self-love his need on display for eyes that stream him for his surname seared-wombs. love me with a love that baffles the lexicon that i may like a machine learn this alien human thing and be with you, a patron of this novel paradigm. @artemis

  quarantined from air,  to relive forever the click of a chain and the shut dungeon. to revise the second that rewrote a fate, ambivalent no more as a loop absolute. to fixate on the instant that bred ruin infinite the manner-moulded trust that locked one out of light. to dote upon the moment that will restore a life. faith-fed and meek await a coarser chain to send. @artemis

  There she was, waiting for him to hatch into a god chiseled by pain, and now turned stone in anticipation. glides the unearthly sibyl, shielded by shunned seraphim. unmoved her murky realm untouched her mirror shrine. manic maker, wan and wounded, beseeches obeisance. besieged, veiled, confined, the eerie seer turns stone. and gloats in glory alone. @artemis

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