Poetry of the Anonymous

IV - The Mind's Eye of Providence

the mind's 'eye'. of providence.

wanders ... nostalgic – for days gone by,

roaming the empty streets, of night –

calling for dawn to: draw out the,

pain from, deep within –

sounds far in the ... distance ...

perceived? only in a, dream,

a land ... far ... from reality –

where death. lays morbid.

on the: stone flaw, of existence.

the: fall comes, as foretold.

creeping: down from, the sickly skies –

oozing every drop of love. from the

lustful veins of innocence, and, silent suffering –

yet self-contradictory conclusion:

clouds the torment of our Creator –

screaming of a vision,

Distorted, by a. perception?

curdling in the. souls corruption.

whilst we die. a death. of lacklove everyday:

searching for reason, in an arbitrary universe –

of matter that never. truly mattered,

and the misery – of ourselves,

and then others –

painting a place in which we: lie -

prolonging ... our Inevitable? demise.

partaking in the insolence of nurture's hatred -

ever, prolific -

wrestling with: truth? within the ... vast ocean ...

of lost causes - and, un-just affects -

we cry for the joys? of freedom,

only to be found, in death?

and our delicate. doom.

now as the fleeting moment passes.

into the sphere of the dammed -

we sit silent; with our soul's insides pouring ... acidic tears

blurring, the fatality? of, logic?

with our lives in motion -

ever ruled by emotion.

we scatter the ashes of our past -

for the freezing winds of change:

to (eclipse) our momentary. fantasy -

of a portal ... into the picturesque -

a land where the media: never. contrive

the portrayal of the mediocre

and our hearts aren't burning for

the fiery torment, of a truth? manipulated ~

a lie contorted ~ throughout:

the centuries - of belligerence?

where the beaten down bell towers of transcendence ...

scream the harmonizing. hush? of calm.

now we all heave. and bustle. through the days,

yearning for the: conceptually misconstrued? psychological construct?

that death may bring: a love? we cannot comprehend?