Modern Misfit ~ One Scribble

Subtitle: Scribbler writes one "complex" scribble - one knot - the crosswords of laced-mazed-words.

All things gone turned peeled-pale. Time gone-lost & palpably changed
I see, old dust in manifested-land with cold footprints on damn wet sand
Mew, memories crossed my sign & knocked out my goddamn mind
& I gone blown by cold winds along damn shore-line (...to the sea)
(Listening to "The Beatles")
I read 60's. NO! 70's. No! 80's. No! 90's damn all classical poetry;
have got ability to write my own - The Modern Shits All Misfits

Winds pleasing the heart with moist-frost waves ...
            ... when am quiet sitting on one shore called beach,
Autumn soothes my spirit real well, thou', I ain’t even know, how its pleasure goddamn feels…
(… sitting on cold pebbles; ov’r the edge of shore with someone you fetch the most;
exchanging un-exchanged words - in long threads - sharing moist & warmed kisses to utmost)

Love’s a wayward pain ...
                         .... in the backyard of wild-stubborn heart,
Am familiar with its every shade ...
             ... that's belonged to iridescent Perth

I trembling ov'r the cinders of pulverized love, every night & brighten day
so say: All damned things turned peeled-pale; 
no faith damn left to love-barefaced,
people love oleander tastes', but when I taste damn love with time, my mind goddamn unchaste.

© 2015 Shivam