A saddened composition, saying goodbye to your own dreams.

Violin is amusing the formation of beads to create an extravagant anthill,
To amplify individuality and to amputate applause of anarchist on a soft killing tranquil
Battalions of anchovy anchored and start to annihilate antipathy of moralist’s decrease
While apportion of wealth evaporates to feed angelus wish of middle class’s increase.

Shelter is ample to appease the lives of less fortunate on a cold, dangerous – street of crimes,
And palace is annexed to hut to amok the call of amnesia from anecdote of defecting rhymes.
Faucets were wide open to annul anxiety of water shortage
And bounty trees arrowed humanities from starving in dying empty village.

Rivers, seas and oceans called its ancestry of pleasing transparency, appetency and clarity
To make the anemic water healthy, fresh and happy from simplicity to eternity
The anticipated anxious orphan applauds for amnesty starts to howl
For anti – government and pro – officials reconcile and begin to fill the bowl.

A painter wonders why his masterpieces were made to dreamed reality
That the country is an analogy to nations of visibility and feasibility
Singers cried while singing their songs of love and forgiving
For in antecedent, anomaly anguish for peace is leading and skimming.

But the writer appraising his writings in great nobility and temerity
Is jailing himself in anomalous readability of prospect for amnesia existed in his created entity
Anesthesia is injected to coward, friary man of wisdom but also man of hopeless success
For apparition is jumping in his mind of crowded imagination and soul of naked death access
For he can’t free himself from doing the necessary steps to establish a huge association
Coz righteousness is hiding his way for him to pay his waited contribution
And everybody’s asking him to wake up for him to light up the candle and permit the holistic change’s validity
Not to say “sayonara” but to make dreams visible and to start weaving fantasy to “nirvana” of reality.

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  • shaun simpson on Dec 29, 2008

    i like it, its a little confusing in places but theres some wonderful imagery even if the aliteration is a little on the heavy side.

  • 2tet on Dec 29, 2008

    You did it right Mr. Shaun… Thanks for appreciation…

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