The serendipity of subconscious sunshine stills my soul
As the obnoxious yet innocent ramblings of the foal
Hide my thoughts and numb my mind
Doing what is right, but not what is kind
The refusal of contemplative intelligence
Is as strong as one's revengeful vengeance
It stifles all creative production
And captures one's fate with cruel seduction
Although some are exempt from oblivion
Their views are swallowed as ignoran'ce
The momentary suspension of belief
Saves those from the confrontation of grief
The three curses sent from the devil
Force humanity onto a single level
A platform that no longer rises
But sinks, removing all veneers and disguises
From the pure evil of woman and man
Betraying the vows of the goddess Diane
We are left as less than whole
Our soul missing what the Prince of Darkness stole
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The Poor Side of Silence
PoesíaA collection on poetry that allows me to gaze into the abyss. As my heart drips into these pages and words slip out of my psyche, this breathing document is to show the world as I see it: celestial.
