
Rather surprised that you made it
Through,
Annihilating the obdurate falsies that
Slovenly Imitated you.
Breadcrumbs supplement footprints from
A highly anticipated shoe,
Forcibly ruptured this balloon and the deranged
Self assurance that inflated you.
Passively tied in to the entanglement of
The unwinding knot,
Plenty seek truth but never substantiate
Its hiding spot.
My panic room sits demurely atop of the
Staircase,
SpringTulips spoke of how I rose from such a
Rare vase.
Systematically ruffling my feathers when the chips
Were down,
Cruising down the coast at worlds end where no
Other ships were found.
In this dog eat dog realm there are various ways
You can skin a cat,
Off the bench, the goal on the field is to make it home
After the pressures we place within a bat.
Propositioned with beguiling hunger games , was the
Starving gent,
Feasting from the two faced smorgasbord, I've barely
Made a Harvey dent.
Fortify the rising star's constellation amidst the
Fallen sky,
Clutching unalterable prospects that happen to be
Crawling by.
In refusal to saddle up the wild horse was identified
As unstable,
Probing the gloomy armor worn by the knight at the
Round Table.
A fresh start should manifest a clean sweep of
the whole slate,
Could these pearly whites usher me furtively past
The Colgate.
Devoted to the vanilla sky aided by its fellowship
Against the rocky road,
Humbling principles impede the engender of another
Cocky ode.
Declivity of the climb appeared more vertiginous than
The Incline,
Trampling thin ice instrumenting skating figures
To keep me in line.
Before you abrasively adjoin me with a
Fad soul,
Understand the riddling lily pads that ridiculed
The tadpole.
Standing still retrieving the motion I set in
Sadness,
Ruminate the percussion of the methods that
Orchestrated my madness.
Commemorate my algorithm's computation as it
Becomes clearer,
Modest grimace from the drawback in the mirror
Endeavoring to come nearer.
Anchored for upholding a pledge to perplex any
Technicality,
A Fantasy lived by this dreamer who boycotted
Reality.
About the Creator
Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.




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