Remonstrances with Titan….
a splash and gob over there..
a ripple and a echo over here..
the countless pages on an unedited diary…
and my silent remonstrances with the ever petulant Titan..
A brain that is numb…
a tear that just refuses to hum…
one automaton at a time..
as life drifts by..
as i persevere along…
with my epicurean remonstrations with the ..
ever corpulus Titan…
is the eternally uncharmed epiphany of my times…
lots of pageantry…
glories that never smile…
meaningless banter…
that fails to provide succour..
to faltering baneful
of cadaveric roses…
but that doesn't dither me...
for my bleeding remonstrances with the most
unbenevolent Titan…
Wheat remains wheat..
and rice remains rice…
as chunks of my rather omniscient existence…
melt off and drip by…
the past honkers along…
and ever silent and unremorseful presence…
in faces and words undetermined….
some call it dyslexia …
other’s terms it as interventions of the mercurial Satan…
but none recognise my energies…
or thy follies of the wise…
as i ponder along…
demanding forgiveness for the crimes of the moon-deprived night…
clinging to all my worthless remonstrances…
with the ever Manchurian Titan…
with every drop of my
prosperous cyanide..
sidenotes …
faithfull copulation with reality..
gives rise to orphaned dystopia…
devoid of zephyrus milk …
paraded along skulls of the
incontrovertible sidelines…
and then forgotten with conviction prime…
as a side note of miscalculated justice…
blind obsession with formality..
leads to insult of courtesy…
being non responsive to the obvious…
leads to darkened oblivion for indolent dreams…
devoid of satanic fragrances ...
phenomenon and life…
shiver without the nurture of time…
never ever sleeping amongst the pleasure maidens..
of the apocalyptic Sith …
such graveless incidentalities …
forever linger along the sidelines of insanity….
turned into machines..
morphed into zombies incarnate…
forever they try…
amidst the churnings of the recalcitrant side notes…
relentless love with popularity…
leads to cheapening of the infinite…
when the special becomes used…
no wonder remains…
in romance with the mercurial nephilim…
when appearances recant for your soul…
then nothing exists except for a sack of carbon and bauxite
you become the much adored…
but are deprived much…
from the destinies of the noble casanovas…
you turn into a slave of humble trivialities…
passing the ball ..
but prevented from divine strike…
the wars pass along…
with foxes hounding for every ounce of your untainted blood…
but the more you sacrifice your treasured nirvanas
of galliec wisdom…
the more you are avoided in the headlines…
and with fierce intensity you are exiled..
into the demonic normalcy of the tempestuous sidelines…
as one amongst the billions of …
castrated zygotes …
and coalified side notes…
ready to be the ever faithful assembly ..
for the next generation of intoxicated
“delinquents”
and non conformist knights…
of humourless ever defeated..
maze of haphazard heart crushing..
dour contrite termed in politically correct parlance…
as the order ordained from the words of the enlightened …
the ever enigmatic and the arrogant crucified…
but i don’t want to be a side note…
for i would prefer my asperger's..
to showstop…
and reach for the much alluded…
deck headlines….
