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On the dawn of early
light breaks this reprisaille
to write these words...
Argumentative at this moment
like the unpredictable weather
the barometer has fallen once
again to the nature of our
conflictive disagreement
to hell with fair skies
that the sun does not wish
to shed the sunshine
that this storm bring the
clouds of gloom upon us
flashes of lightening
sounds of thunder
rattle the very
foundation of relationship.
Venomous in casting stones
ensuing this rain turn to
hail towards such vengeance
that actions favor not the
speeches of the tongue
cries out the length
to the heavens
this matter has just begun
to brew an insult on the kettle
in waiting for the blow
of the whistle
before the boiling
point rises steam
on fertile earth.
Ending just four seasons
of Spring’s birth to affinity
that failure knows not
the fulfillment to litigate
tensions on such behaves
to keep discussion
in the dwellings of abode
to abrogate the situation
that love controls
this pain gives fever
the temperature to escalate
an infectious virus
between like partners
given penetrating chance.
Leaves of Autumn wither
to the chlorophyll
lacking such color
turning a breech
of contract that
photosynthesis governs
a need to continue
so a parting of ways
calls the tears to turn
into crystal that feelings
are felt to retreat in
flakes of white
kills the illness
questions the mind.
Abound by frigid
glaciers to the beat
of hearts that flow
the vessels to release
this anger to one
another that a purgatory
sets a cleansing that
nature is ongoing
so tells the balance
of human intervention
that mistakes are
a curable remedy
overly glorified acts
of lessons learned.
Erecting the seeds
of passion that
destruction has set
to poison such
ground to plant
the crop which feeds
from the beginning
that influences take
their rightful place
to the vapors of air
knowing this will
happen once again
for future reference
our lips silenced.
Marks an affidavit
controls a necessity
to act on far fetch
drama in accepting
this as a formal
truth to forgiveness
that the bark of our
tree is callused
to undermine outside
interests lurking for
an advantage in
finding less rooted
roots of loop
holes to ruins.
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