Cyclical

ThisisDAM · 12-09-2013, 03:54 PM

Glancing above,
The effortless motion, the dance of the doves
A feeling so deep, unmatched by romance or of love
Triangular crush, flocks soar in top form
Overcoming the odds, even if circumstances are tough
A time where leaves would plunge to the depths
A man wishing, transitions wont come to effect
His struggle with debt, mumbling under his breath
They can double the rent,
But change, is worth something most others forget
Like dominoes, strategically arranged
The perfect landing isn't always easily obtained
With one jolt, a nudge, one poke or shove
Every aspect of your life will repeatedly degrade
The unequivocal denial of any state of enjoyment
Even Labor Day comes, still have to claim unemployment
Hes tasted the poison, devoured its bitterness whole
That walk through the shadowy path's a miserable stroll
It never takes a minimal toll on his spiritual soul
Missing the ingredients to survive this unlivable cold
Blizzards of snow began to flurry, unstoppable weather
Ashamed,
Having more flakes on his boots then the cereal boxes together
He was a brick wall, for being himself was hard to endorse
No strokes of genius, behold convenience, par for the course
A mask, at last, a day he could become the darkness
In short,
A masquerade of deception that no one could argue with more
Still, no trick, no treating discharged his bland perception
Over life,
Its grand connection to the gloom & it's damn inception
So much thanks he could give, in such sarcastic nature
The hurt spread abroad, massive acres
Feeling trapped, enclosed, no maneuver, stratagem
A caged rat, disposed, to endure when battered in
For most, gifts would arrive in a celebration of family
Wrapped little beacons of love, jubilation in vanity
But for Tim E. nothing, zip, zero, zilch to admire
His marshmellow heart's at the end of a stick in a fire
Even the subsequent high jinks on the eve of rebirth
Provides grief & more hurt, feeling cheap with no worth
People of stature, the day they were born is often bigged
Waiting for the era that Presidents take a day off on his
No ruby dyed hearts sketched on cards from Valentines
It's absence ironically tipped any opposer on scale designs
The arctic emotions rivaled the icy temperature, climate
Which caused him to drink at local pubs, a refreshing environment
Pints of anything within reach, shots of whiskey, liquor
& every guzzle made the situation more risky quicker
Weeks sped by, soon a month of this inebriate bliss
Then all of a sudden, he sprung into action
Something caused this decadent season to shift
Easter visits & proves there's never an immediate fix
The sun shone on Memorial Day, a tribute to the recent pricks
Made in his life, but Finally!
Tim can rejoice in this luminous day
An exberant age of rockets, sparklers, beautiful rays
Of hope, the light at the end of the tunnel
Goes both ways,
a cycle,
again,
a rebuttal.

12-09-2013, 03:54 PM	#1
ThisisDAM Significance over Purpose Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: nYc Posts: 141 Battle Record: 3-2 Rep Power: 38	Cyclical Glancing above, The effortless motion, the dance of the doves A feeling so deep, unmatched by romance or of love Triangular crush, flocks soar in top form Overcoming the odds, even if circumstances are tough A time where leaves would plunge to the depths A man wishing, transitions wont come to effect His struggle with debt, mumbling under his breath They can double the rent, But change, is worth something most others forget Like dominoes, strategically arranged The perfect landing isn't always easily obtained With one jolt, a nudge, one poke or shove Every aspect of your life will repeatedly degrade The unequivocal denial of any state of enjoyment Even Labor Day comes, still have to claim unemployment Hes tasted the poison, devoured its bitterness whole That walk through the shadowy path's a miserable stroll It never takes a minimal toll on his spiritual soul Missing the ingredients to survive this unlivable cold Blizzards of snow began to flurry, unstoppable weather Ashamed, Having more flakes on his boots then the cereal boxes together He was a brick wall, for being himself was hard to endorse No strokes of genius, behold convenience, par for the course A mask, at last, a day he could become the darkness In short, A masquerade of deception that no one could argue with more Still, no trick, no treating discharged his bland perception Over life, Its grand connection to the gloom & it's damn inception So much thanks he could give, in such sarcastic nature The hurt spread abroad, massive acres Feeling trapped, enclosed, no maneuver, stratagem A caged rat, disposed, to endure when battered in For most, gifts would arrive in a celebration of family Wrapped little beacons of love, jubilation in vanity But for Tim E. nothing, zip, zero, zilch to admire His marshmellow heart's at the end of a stick in a fire Even the subsequent high jinks on the eve of rebirth Provides grief & more hurt, feeling cheap with no worth People of stature, the day they were born is often bigged Waiting for the era that Presidents take a day off on his No ruby dyed hearts sketched on cards from Valentines It's absence ironically tipped any opposer on scale designs The arctic emotions rivaled the icy temperature, climate Which caused him to drink at local pubs, a refreshing environment Pints of anything within reach, shots of whiskey, liquor & every guzzle made the situation more risky quicker Weeks sped by, soon a month of this inebriate bliss Then all of a sudden, he sprung into action Something caused this decadent season to shift Easter visits & proves there's never an immediate fix The sun shone on Memorial Day, a tribute to the recent pricks Made in his life, but Finally! Tim can rejoice in this luminous day An exberant age of rockets, sparklers, beautiful rays Of hope, the light at the end of the tunnel Goes both ways, a cycle, again, a rebuttal. __________________ Twitter - @ThisisDAM