Soul is ancient
Christopher David Mears 1982 (Indianapolis)
This existence is all or nothing;
hot or cold.
My soul is ancient;
so, so old.
Scoffing soft pastels,
I graffiti this world,
hard and bold.
I do florese,
with finesse;
if you hadn't heard,
now you have been told.
Ever distant,
being thirteen light years gone.
Truth being,
much rather be live;
close to hold.
But,
this heart?
Cold,
more so than,
the winter oceans' enfold.
However,
when inspired:
incendiary, glowing;
F1 manifold.
Love still viable,
The paradigm?
Jaded,
guarded,
and patrolled.
My soul is ancient;
so, so old.
Accruing lexicons,
throughout the ages;
my percipitence grows.
The past repeats itself;
so,
have your present untold.
Debanoir linguist behold;
I exude average two-fold.
See,
rather hear:
my tounge is pure platinum,
not merely your lowly 24kt gold.
I will be coming back,
to the future;
this had been foretold.
Attentiveness you must uphold,
for this epic,
shall not be retold.
This focus,
my creative opus,
being uncontrolled;
resolute is my veracity,
and I shall not withhold.
Please procure,
another bag of dreams,
as I author them,
they are deluded,
then resold.
Battle ready;
within the warrior's curriculum,
I stay enrolled.
With stolen Death's sithe,
after striking a non-existent nose,
ever sharpening it,
while I transpose,
this verse to reality via asylum,
which for your saftey,
has I enclosed.
My soul is ancient,
so, so old.
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Submitted by 317CDM on September 12, 2020
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Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 1,300 |
Words | 227 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 4, 5, 2, 6, 6, 3, 3, 5, 5, 3, 7, 2 |
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