Blindly tripped through this first step,
(Awash limitations; Sullen contemplation)
I have this thought - no maybe its denied.
Pained concentration- prose remains evident.
Prophetic lightshades gray-
(near white, windows cloaked)
Orestes-cullen as so- doubts in his life no less.
Belief in grief- briefly shown the test.
Brook soft poetry- black, whacked (pact)
True!
!At last- Typified Away- Sneer I do?
Truism timed (craft-art) will you?
Sense I do my loss of head
Rhythm speech not lost, I said.
Tabor import - ee lacked none I spied.
Synopsis- passion ego stroked, not denied.
Back I go!
Original obscurity observe obtuseness,
odalisque oddity - I to become.
Compare the to trash- paper-made leftovers,
So,
where is my composure to take heart?
Make up
Anyone Can
Makeup?
Olden streams across my mind;
Plush; trite plights down to the banks.
This is one part.
Setup.
Conjure images which color shown Shylock,
Relentlessly given to pursue thy art.
Paid Dues.
So soon,
Day later.
(You Pay First.)
I
now - feel
this has gone,
Beyond
a failure.
With in fashion can I finish as I start,
(Awash limitations; sullen contemplation)
I have this thought- no maybe its always denied.
Reason for writing:
Guess I know it is hard work to write well. And I am still
not at all good at it.
Birth sign: Not entered
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