November Wordsworth

After dark,  under a neath falls of a night's bleed, I a viking hiking in amorous armour chasing after fireflies in a silver sky folded blind to a known unknown rounding about an antiquated thing a centripetal headless sculpture behold I a soul so charming, so graceful. For as a sun rises far in the east, later seen furthermore in the west sprinkles of light giveway to a thing a contagious bud sprout, on intrinsically an ambiguous facade later seen furthermore on my face too, deep within hearts so livid, so broken unfolds a story of old, a story untold! Amble long along, darkened sidewalks merry-go-round, round and round playing street games, of thrones over barricades we sit enthroned take the world into blurry captivity agile spontaneous unbreakable gazes lost into forever, in breaths & heart throbs synced with a flow of unconscious lips. Dragged by enticiments of emotions tossed around like wild flowers in wilt running from demons in our minds sinking deep to bottoms of eyes...

Life starts at a flower's bloom, in splashes of waves it's jaunted soothed under it's own sea spray to it's fullest, life is lived through love. If only could walls talk, query a query, "Where is the love" the least hidden under folded pages, scrapped off walls of a broken heart. Where is the love? Affright in freight, aboard a paper plane flight, or frothed in spits of effervesce transpired, dead and gone? There is the love, in darkness, adrift in wilts of meaninglessness, where trust is traded for weakness eschewed, wrapped up for loneliness. @ juliuscseguya  

Rifts of broken windowsills breeze whistle puffs of thin air, pelt off drops of aurora down pour  soothed by spikes of a twilight shine, clicks of cutlery,  cries of a spoon warfare. A frothing little thing, brittle under springs of tea spray of a wuthering vapour haze carried on by aromatic auras of jasmine and vanilla. A caramel pinnacle, encircled by steamed dumplings lazing over crunchy drumsticks drenched in spits of ketchup, breaking nuts of jaw bolts. Gnarled under emerald quilts, I groan off aches for the luscious, a mahogany creak paves way for,  glimpses of radiance, last & only,  a breakfast, cozy in bed. @juliuscseguya

 I've never imagined,  someone so loved be gone,  be wiped from this earth, cast down under loneliness in the darkness of the hades,  forever more. Like a phonex rises out from ashes,  out of darkness rises  the finest grief of loneliness,  loneliness is a battle  even queens are ought to fight, lone alone for themselves. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do, if at all could I have something, something stronger than whiskey to slap my soul out awake out of this grief-mare.  Here we lay him,  set for his lone journey in the dark,  on the other side of the bridge who will hold his hand who will light his path? ...hold me please... Let us pray; "Our Father which art in heaven,  h allowed be thy name.  Thy kingdom come,  thy will be done on earth,  as it is in heaven,  give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts,  as we forgive our debtors lead us not into temptation,  but de...

A walk back through time, back to the days of our kickstart sweet aches of missing hearts immersed in sentiments of amorousness a long for a kiss, on to a dimpled cheek It all hurt though a little bit less the acupuncture of missings longs for a touch if only not a glance when all that was on our lips was; "let's not to brake each other's hearts" A skim through specs of espionage I see how drastically things can change holding at hand fragments of promises fallen of oath shattered verses of broken vows those little voices, had I felt it coming? However, Where was the fault? was it in our stars, or in our scars? When that time comes a time for you to walk out of the door that surely I know has already come may it hurt not forget me not perhaps for the dimpled couple you and I made may pain not be a payback a backlash for all the selfless affection I painted you with once upon a time. Once upon a time Heaven & earth told a tale, of me and you today, a tale is told o...

 On an other realm of a gray mirror I speak to a nostalgical pysche, so stuck in the gnashes of the old sunken deep in scratches of a heart, incisions of a passed past treachery. Nuisance voices over my head, far cries of the hysterical scathed haunts of a somber hollow soul  an oceanic void yet not filled, a home of stray impure spirits. Off I rip hides old of age bold onto cold heels I hold walk a straight in sleight entrust once a heart over again, stand and skin over.  Off a top shelf, I dress a new self a solicit engraved in loyalty to a top contender I surrender, firm knots gnarled by our hems to him a rib all forever and more. @juliuscseguya

 As we push a head of headwinds smooth lines lie 'tween bliss and misery where bountifulness of bounty is, emptiness of the empty is as well. In a world of immiscible miscellany  where the rich and the poor stratums intertwine only in relation to fellowship we toil for a reachable unreachable. Vivid hypothetical parameters set, between nobility and peasantry where hemispheres of divergence adjudicate,  laws of domain repulsion prevail. At first sight, we fall for each other made for each other in love we bloom torn apart in a wink by forces of nature though on this same earth, we live in different worlds. @ Juliuscseguya