HOW MERCILESS FATE CAN BE!

HOW MERCILESS FATE CAN BE!

With the exception of coincidental destiny the powers are inexplicable
which can twist and turn the outcome of any particular dilemma.
Any predictions in the future with the help of a prudent clairvoyance
will never reveal an actuality as a mirage may emerge from hidden antennas.
The secrecy of the coming reality astonishes logical skeptics as inadmissible
although the murmur reflects their ambition to reestablish an avoidance.
As this analysis perpetrates an erratum the cynics give impulse to the despicable
eradicating the necessity of winning face amongst the avowed and permissible.
Digging into my depths for the orientation to bestow upon you a wholesome agenda!
I search to properly express how preciously your graces have meant resolution for me.
Your sentimental gestures have salvaged me from drowning in my self-made sea.
Weeping bitterly begging for pardon while these
salty oceans are dripping down my cheeks
I reach out with modesty and humbleness
for your heartfelt reception is in accordance
with my horrendous posture which sinks into itself screeching in total dissonance.
I have been stricken from my pursuit of happiness reevaluating despondency
though your compassionate innuendos are overflowing with anxiety and sustenance.
In spite of being ridden by the grief of seclusion
the unanswered questions remain distant and oblique
manifesting a somber intermezzo to shepherd
in melancholy nonetheless reenacting my valiancy.
Hence attempting to establish an ensuing revolution to arouse achievability
however the consequences challenge the rampant recurrences
of disastrous decisions which warrant outspoken critique.
So reinstating a quiescence and meditative passivity
will beget a state of mind which admirably awakens deep within antique
perspectives which have proven their dexterity
hereupon the illustrious and statuesque.
Granting all this to be evidently valid
that I truly never could possess you my Esperance
is irreprehensible. I’m determined to succeed in rescuing you from my forsaken quest.
Always your heavenly presence has saved me from the distorted and grotesque.
You have quickened the demise of my staggering disposition
and the results of the tendency
of my intolerable and irrational impulsivity
which annihilates constructiveness and destroys my mystique.
As we gaze profoundly into the essence of our spirits
we engage in a form of silent intrigue.
This frees us from the remorse of the immediate transiency
and relieves us from dependency.
Encountering an incomparable exoneration we chant a revered chorus to a league
of celestial beings who liberate us
from earthly tribulations someday ascending us to an eminent crest.
Returning through the looking glass we peer further
and taste dejectedly the sour tragic irrelevance
of our imagination while realism disrupts our
dreamlike wonder rudely disturbing our pliancy while forcing flexibility
to go asunder as the unforeseen becomes the sole significance.
The howling winds then bend the branches
of the sturdiest oaks whipping the dust upward
as a fleet of monstrous grumbling zeppelins
eclipse the sun as they come crumbling downward.
The ceiling commences to collapse and the window panes creek
sounding like the torment we carry inside our secret self
exposed as cowards with the revelation as each day turns bleak.
Beseeching for clemency however no living ear listens
Perring into the skies as a kaleidoscopic twilight glistens.
Tidal waves thrust, unexpectedly humongous,
unleashing a cataclysmic perturbing discountenance.
Meteors bombard our atmosphere igniting a luminous
display raining comets and blazing rocks from the southwest.
Gasping for breath as the weather becomes so tumultuous
that the ravens have stopped their cawing and have lied at rest.
The gnomes and goblins are frightened hiding behind a wall so opaque.
Twisters race through the prairie consumed in brushfire
as the apocalyptic horns blow their fanfares in protest.
Underneath the surface our globe begins to quake
spurting molten lava assuring only the catastrophic will transpire.
Having been so debased and poised to be replaced is what remains
with a lack of a respect or character as we are banned in extradition.
We implore forevermore our recognition as an expedition of acceptance
through the eye of the tiger before we all decide it is better to go insane.
Anxiously we are awaiting the second coming, our sweet salvation
for we are amidst the swine of reconnaissance.
Being wielded and forcibly rendered inactive we call
above praying an invocation for the return of the Renaissance.
Nevertheless the tides continue to rise as the moon begins to fall
from our beloved firmament with a totally pathetic indifference.
Petitioning the saints of goodwill will not prompt fruition
as we finally break down in a helplessly gruesome misery.
Looking into each other’s saddened eyes as we disdain,
quite unraveled and discombobulated, how merciless fate can be!