Rejection

Rejection

A poets dream

One blade of grass would sway

Then torn in the violent degree of the wind

Exposed at its vile elements after the fall

This old world was never intended to be home

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Torn to emblems within barbed wire fences

Attached within countless memories

Along with vile taunt attached taken out of the fire

A decorated aura tossed into the deepest of misery

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With haunted death pangs yet through prayer we may pass

Onto birth pangs that give rise to restraint

Creativity along with a lasting memory

To the potter who had lost his clay

Sought life by the edge of the brilliance of a key

Although the earthly skeptic would even beg to disagree

To the poet who lost his way deep in the night

Just as the same as thought would so often think

Can’t ever dismiss an earthly bliss in a time well spent in thought

Rejection in its third degree

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The twilight sun had tainted my inner vision

With words expressed in contempt of disbelief

Perhaps this was the dark path where Nero tared

With lazy diamonds filled up with flunkies in his head

A way of Chesterton’s inner reflection and look on the whole concept of family

That final homily where others lose hope then vainly disagree

To dream with rude storms in the night

Following the wolf pack then to slay its final dragon

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Then next to travel on Sunset Boulevard alone

A sight filled with cars without wheels

That tormented soul with smashed skull still left as road kill

Watched overhead as buzzards would fly

Overhead twice killed as passing motorists would rise

Dreams can take you beyond its squeaky wheel

To kingdom come yet their is still time to change the road your traveling on

Fashioned by a stem of pearls then at last thrown at deaths door

Yet marked on a blotted page although very much fully intact

Rejection can make one ever soar to heavens door

Lest again I shall simply implore

Some other way of choice

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Perhaps another chance to ever roll the dice

With inner thoughts of violent rage & suicide

Torn up again within barbed wire fences

Fractured skulls smashed in swift devastation

Others may contemplate it being no big deal

Amidst the squeaky wheel

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A thought of swift perversion then hearing laughter in the wind

The hero will never retire although a bit exhausted & tired

A society filled with evil miserable people socially

Thinking it nothing to ever pray or pay their respect by the church steeple

A lone atheist haunted by darkened shadows from within to depend

Never to question the very existence of humanity

The slaughter and innocent killings of the unborn in their mothers womb

Our war zones we call schools,

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A challenge to be free is a question of time

Marked on a blotted page with a line

Along with drawn out feathers

A given chance at which to ever begin again

Merciful one come and take this terrible chip off my shoulder

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Rejection

Perhaps its the poets best medicine

A lone critic to twist their every word with a strict opinion

Just can’t ever live up to their perfect standard of living

The lover in life is not the sinner for the less that you give your a taker

A very rotten soul to harm & toss,

Rejection

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A bitter sweet toss by another roll of the dice

A devils taunt with rosemary & spice

With cloven asps filled in briar’s from a culture filled with a stench of death

Having long vicous hanging fangs that bite in the night

On a haunted sorrowful quest

Eyes without a face shattered with tombstones black

In dark distorted frame

No hope of ever turning back

Attached to the vine of lethal pain

Not having her in my arms is driving me totally insane !

The god of self exalted over the king of kings,

Rejection

Never give up, never relent even when the fat lady sings

For a winner in life is just another loser that gets up & gives it one last try!

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