I draw a blind eye so to define a glance is fesicious
Find restitude in dreamscapes of minds interlinking
Channel the median like a medium
Trying to find the spirit this evening
Paradoelia within garbled static, what else is on?
In pursuit of a calling but never picked up the phone
Is there a purity to perception?
Or does one merely leech lands in beseech of adventure?
To be laid bare like Adam and Eve, a fruitless endeavour?
Do you perceive in belief to be clever?
Or is belief the resultant influx of continuous questions?
Formless forces forge my writing
War historians, viewfinders of timing
In the trenches, keep it rolling, oblige it
Film peels off like the distractions that guise it
Glued to the scenery like the media's endeavour
No being is exempt, yet we lead by expression
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Free Verse Poetry: A Wayfarer's Train Of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.
