Penury...

The poverty of the market place is evident,
When he masks his goddess of prosperity, 
Deceiving her enough to believe, 
That she will see only merry times ahead... 

She is kept in a position of pride,
Above the carpet that pacifies her from the grime that lies beneath.
Carrying the sensuality of a woman within her, 
Natures finest work of art, embodied in flesh and blood... 

Their boundaries seemed to be the grievance of his existence, 
Shot his swimmers just as they were about to ascend, 
Yet his passion quivers after two decades of brutal mockery, 
Submissive to his whim of preserving his virtue and vanity...

He saw sex, bosoms and lies, 
Not even the trinity of vices could lure him, 
Not alluring enough to suit his taste,
Not convenient enough to hide his lies...

Then they unearthed secrets lost in time, 
Those that spoke of thousands of years ahead,
Deranged years that oscillate within the benefit of doubt,
Reduced to a scenario of illusions...

For we can't seem to trade our hard earned fortune for the value of flesh, 
What's written in the stars is reduced to ashes, 
Superficial remorse from rags to riches and riches to rags,
Moments of elevation have now been misjudged...

He never fell pray to his inner demons, 
Though he fell pray to society's rigidity, 
Crafted by a despicable code of conduct,
He should have listened to the ghosts of the past instead...  

Raw Innuendos...

Gargantuan undertakings were made as we entered the aisles of our shortcomings,
This is were futuristic fairy tales were spun.
Where the lies had blended with a fantasy,
Where we never quite big goodbye to the hearth...

Poetry inspired by poetry now incorporates itself with the gusto of the wind,
The past had to be thawed to make way for existence.
Her slot today is finally devoid of any variety of stereotypes,
Finally free to writhe in silence...

 We shall now distance ourselves from the cynical countryside,
Arrange for a journey to the city of our minds.
The ostracism is flawed,
The  scepticism is lured...

The  nymphets shall not sway to patriarchal whim,
Nor shall they lament for its woes,
Instead they shall strive within parallel treachery,
To vex any illusion of violence...

 She shall now do her rhetorical vengeance moves,
 To charm words encrusted by frost,
Arouse the coming of the end of youth,
Question the stark amount of ease on the subject of lost virility...

The wisp of the voluptuous mystique,
Erotic decay thrives within the stories of the past,
Sanctity was silenced by the revelations of the light,
Progressive knowledge to comprehend the grotesque side...

I shall cease praying when my legacy is tangible,
The bottle of pheromones mocks the aloof prejudices,
The Luna bond has seized the allure by being coy,
The perched land of lust contradicted the approaching intertwining depth...

Crude aesthetically pleasing demeanour carved its way through pious walls,
Woken to liberate the underbelly of the primitive sheath,
Vulnerability stalks our night shadow,
Clamouring to wake the dark spirits who for fighting paucity of life and beyond...

     
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