MAXI!!! DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI

Oh, my sole amour
Your pity I pray upon my own ardor
Within my dark abyss, from the depths
Where my frail heart...Within a grasp so bleakly weak,
So somber, fell...It weeped
In a horizon, ceaseless, as is its poetic melody.....
Mournful with ashen skies...
Horrors and blasphemy, in the night..
Float at the bottom of my mind...So numb..
Materialize; Within despair, is such graceful poetry
For seasons,
Autumn and winter hover...
Within this isolation, by the warmth, dissipated...
The thickly glow,
Above will rise..
Upon the eminence, every morning..
Of October, November, December, and January..
As well as February, then will follow March..
Submerged....
The other half, in time, this Earth...
Will, in tides of twilight, asphyxiate...
This exhibit, of humanity...
Will, in times of flickering stars, alleviate.......
So bare this world, even the glacial lands,
Could not for a moment compare...
No beasts, nor rivulets will creep..
Within these fields shrouded, so vividly,
Painted with branches of trees, in greens
So natural this misery, it seeps...
Within this reverie,
Which, where leaves fallen, remain achromatic..
Does not exist...
The scape which you've ever so desolately granted me,
Within, I lay...
Terrors walk this world, in dim lights flow,
Through cracks beneath a haunted sleep...
But none more than this frost bitten sun...
In not one kiss left behind...As for goodbyes...
Of faith, it, in silence abrogates...
From their touch, all unknown,
Through empathy of luminosity...Remain unheard...
In sway, all unseen have redeemed;
Fingertips so cruel, like timeworn faces livid,
Accompanies the eyes...So distant are the stares...
Embraces, in the night from essence of an eldest chaos;
The fate of the most dismal creatures,
Who in such mindless dreams could immerse...
I....To all time will
In such guilt, worth of graves,
Wrap myself within these arms.. Of envy
Because I am laid within your comfort...hollow
This rift of absence twists inside of me....
With hands..Which have once known to be your own..
This artifact which I behold....
Once upon a time, in a romance elated nation, upon the alter;
Caressed amidst your soul... Was such ever made, invaluable...
For aristocracy, has now been collected , by your philosophies,
Long ago forgotten..
In a museum, for such high a price, in crimson skin, was sold...Endures...
To mockingly display, this object for a price...Onto this day,
Made worthless...It had once laid so felicitously,
Below the grains of a thought, which human,
In reflection seemed to be....
"My love I beg you please...Within these sands,
of each second as they pass...My side, I wish you'd never leave."
Which, where I once had waited...Lips, turned to dust...
Within our era, of passion, as today, fade away...
I have left time to waste, within its elliptical path...
As it swathes,
In spirals, and in shoes which dance, so comatose...
These steps I've directed, so blight in full, composed...
Within this symphony, of those astray...
For within that binding glass..Your arrival..
I have so long, anticipated...Lonesomely
Lucid and shaped from the image of our mother,
Upon other names, known as hours.....This lethargic being,
In a dream, I will eradicate...As to never wake.....
Because this riddle, veiled in time, life, love and death.....
Unravels itself within flesh consuming apathy.....
For within this life of love,
Which in time, our bodily wines of age, decays....
Never will we breathe to see...Of existence.....
Those answers to which we seek...
Not of veins, of dirt, nor of hearts or sanguine birthrights drained....
The reasons behind this macrocosm,
The truth for those glittered monoliths pinned to the skies...
The ones which bring back the memories,
Of sundowns when we used to lay...gazing up above us.......
Within the expanse, in which we'd pensively, onto the ground,
In that paradise, so elegantly posed ourselves...So delicately we'd fall...
Cuddled, between the entwinement of our reveries and of reality...
Amongst entities, to our admiration, mystified...
All of these, which lately roam, have atop an estuary, been sacrificed...
And within the brooks and streams, within my own circulate.....
Senses evermore unheard, have fashioned this,
Pulchritudinous guise.....Songs, in pantomime...
Will to the end of days, drift aside, the notes whilom known to me,
This calamity, prettified...Glamorized.....At quondam, eulogized me so...
Unlike flesh...Unlike hearts...Unlike the enamored commodities,
Yearned for, within aphrodisiac hopes...
Much like the inanimate, silenced movies which will never speak...Today
A still frame upon the wall...Hung in deceit...This I will always be...
It seems, I've come to see...Support was never there at all...
I am the schema...Left to deviate within my anathema...
Yet I am grateful to have been sanctioned, been entitled...
Simplicity of life and its treachery...Along as anguish within love...
For best I have been exposed, the intoxications which they hold...
For is it not true...?
I believe it be....The authentic words, of
"Ignorance is bliss."
I am not of such new born innocence...
In turn, I am prepared....
To recite this tale of unknown, sorrows yet to come...
Of delectations known to me, faces will emerge, from  masks, of love beneath...
To feed my gnawing addiction they have, will come...
In time, if not yet be...But life has taught me this...
Do not chase after it, as to makes its poise and knowledge tangible...
That within itself would be illogical.....The metaphysics within the theories,
Could never within our time granted, solve the intricacy of our beings...
Instead, quest for acceptance without "correction" of the self...
Pursuit the wisdom which you seek...Completion...
Not in sophisticated systems of reality....or life and ideology...
Rather, within the aesthetics of humanity.......
Of affinity...
Ask yourself, not what life should be about....
But ask, "When will true love find me?"
Regardlessly.....Isn't love what life is all to be?
Do they not coexist as intimates,
Who were once, looking for resembling narrations to questions,
Which within their own, have created novels and melodramas
Timelessly longed to be unveiled, much alike, a brides face below the silk,
To be seen, even though by everyone known to be, beautified...
...Once upon a time, long ago...Life and love were to be akin...
They lived ever after, within bliss...But then came a plague...
Humanity; a sickness undefined and untold...
From ages old, this tale, so mythically adorned...Yet real...
So listen close to those who in past times,
Have made mistakes, their teachers be...
Handfuls along with mouthfuls, heart full and mindful are plenty
For they are the ones who have learned this saga most...
Within these essentials they had unified......
In vogue, life without love would wither, fail and die......
As well as love, without its life,
Without passion, in lack of it's beloved....
Would cave within the break of hearts, along side of it's secluded love...
When a living being finds it's one true love....Only then does it begin
This epic journey, this empty book of which they own...
The book of life....Your time is now...The ink is your blood, your love...........................Write your story...