(When you get grown, things go get older & your life go turned to a chemical funk of rotten thoughts - the same old-gone thoughts that once have been the reason to your success now become the very cause to your failure, for no reason, funny it is, you along with your life get yourself pretty lost deep in such torments of miserably manifested "AGEs OF ADULTERY")
At adolescent age,
"love is/was sage so was/is the virtue of life
heart - one quill so freed to its un-buckle-d vibes,
the spark love may wringe 'pon spirit been unfamiliar to innocence
but as steps reach-ed out to the world, love taste-d the truism of very night..."
At adultery,
"you come to understand what adulthood be bout
& how it may suppress or devastate the succulent heart,
though, you can't help yourself not to get lost in sleazy crowd...
.. of people incidentally numbed by the coarsest of ideas, un-devout..."
later on,
"... when you step up to maturity,
immaturity walk off its way,
your life becomes the radiance of intolerance
& its memories be never read away..
the memories go adhered to anew behavior, incurably
with maturity,
& you oft. found damn lost to dysphoric constellations in no reassurance,
especially when life slept in the wrong corner of adultery."
Humans be the creature of habits so it's true, once whatever kinda habit (or an addiction) you opt. in life, you get addicted to things you do on regularity with or without compassionate consent of heart, undisguised. And, it's all "adultery" where desperation overcomes your heart & spirit gets bowed down to delight of seduction, every middle of night. People find peace in "numb-ness", but never understand what it all takes to be numbed: The Disturbance Of Mind.
"Writing" works as a stress-reliever to people who "write" so one man without hopes write in his dairy the night since his body was whole numb & the hands were pretty shivering ov'r the castle of peeled-pages, though somehow he brought himself a glass of drink & pinned his thoughts in words which gushed in whispered somewhere around the darkness of his room that...
"Modernism indulged by modernity
sometimes, i wonder, why do i write so if..
i e'vn myself seemed failed to find the state of serenity."
At adolescent age,
"love is/was sage so was/is the virtue of life
heart - one quill so freed to its un-buckle-d vibes,
the spark love may wringe 'pon spirit been unfamiliar to innocence
but as steps reach-ed out to the world, love taste-d the truism of very night..."
At adultery,
"you come to understand what adulthood be bout
& how it may suppress or devastate the succulent heart,
though, you can't help yourself not to get lost in sleazy crowd...
.. of people incidentally numbed by the coarsest of ideas, un-devout..."
later on,
"... when you step up to maturity,
immaturity walk off its way,
your life becomes the radiance of intolerance
& its memories be never read away..
the memories go adhered to anew behavior, incurably
with maturity,
& you oft. found damn lost to dysphoric constellations in no reassurance,
especially when life slept in the wrong corner of adultery."
Humans be the creature of habits so it's true, once whatever kinda habit (or an addiction) you opt. in life, you get addicted to things you do on regularity with or without compassionate consent of heart, undisguised. And, it's all "adultery" where desperation overcomes your heart & spirit gets bowed down to delight of seduction, every middle of night. People find peace in "numb-ness", but never understand what it all takes to be numbed: The Disturbance Of Mind.
***
"Modernism indulged by modernity
sometimes, i wonder, why do i write so if..
i e'vn myself seemed failed to find the state of serenity."
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