Thine Loveless Eye
Category: Life

"The Loveless Eye"
by: Sebastciaun


The dry canon, The luminous light, The illustrious plight.  The words that never come.  The hurls that never cease to some.  The world turns, the love curls.  The listeners dwindle.  The taciturn turns and churns words as butter to steam.  Never seemingly less that I must have sickness derived upon this bliss of confinement of thine own rhyme.  Confined to words, bound to poems, bound to rites.  Creeds and oaths spoken hollow, hallow, and shallow as the beholder.  Still yet, there is that curve of rest that comes where peace dwindles the shallow demons to mine own corner in that I cower tumbling over words and poetic vibe.  A curse I say you.  A bless say you.  Wherever the creek meets that crippled rock is that which metamorphosis cannot deny.  The ugly duckling with no past, no present, no future.  Thine only future is to why the gods curse the inner bane and vanity of existence such as that.  To thicken ones world with curses upon magnitude.  The loveless canto of restless prance.  Parading the room with nowhere to run and nowhere to go.  Hide?  How shall I?

There is no hide and there is no corner.  There is only a listening.  There is only a spoken vow.  There is only a token for thou.  My beholder.  My beholder, How cursed am I?

My beholder how rough is I?
My beholder how callus are thine hands?
My beholder how fallacy do I teach?
My beholder how gifts are nothing but curses intertwined with illusion?

The fusion that which I cannot fathom,
Only contemplate a mysterious and fallacy of the divine.
Only ascertain a world of error and erroneous and irreligious error.
Only contain, Can I?

The demon and devil within for certain time is that such shall come, the day where the pain stops and blood is given back unto thee ten fold upon my sins compound untold to thee.  My love for thee shall be given as it was given unto me. I love unto thee without words, without sanction without rank or premonition.  Care not for clairvoyance nor loveless blunder.  Only my brother and my sister, I care for thy.  In my eye thy are my world, for my world will never be anything without thy in my twinkling shadow of what's left, inside the love of my inner divine.


with love;

Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus