Piety Diety

[contention]

Not all the things
Which come and go
Balance upon, familiar row;
Nor do they peep
Unlike your lips
Words addressed amongst this script:
To act, to play
Without ones pay
For worth enough, is what you say.
Need naught the splendors,
Betwixt the woes,
For what we need, is all you know;
Sprung for bounty
Material greed
Lost and drawn upon your need:
Without breath
Forgot of worth,
You’re my bone, as you’re my Earth.
What wishes numbed
In actions sore,
Are balm by hands, unlike before;
Living shall loosen
Death doth seal,
Yet you’re the piece which makes such real:
Sanctity dealt
Mission’s seethe
Felt upon the beating sleeve.
Hours may trickle,
Days in leap,
Time shan’t suffocate your feat;
Two arms tied
By circular slide
Shall never push our own aside:
Chime in rhythm,
Beat to stray,
Hand in hand until that day;
If this is reality
The coming is bliss,
In death we hold that knotting kiss.

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Arg, this poem in and of itself is out right obnoxiously rancid; however when undergoing a type of block, when something comes to mind you better write it down. After a bit of open space, this is what seemed to spill out in some type of mention. As to what everything fits inbetween with, well that's all a mystery now isn't it. The adressed is well, that to is an enigma. However, the body of the poem itself shouldn't be to complicated to understand. There are however, some tiny spots on the drought that can make things at time a bit darkening. In spirit, one of the such can seem to be that of a line far down within the stanza of itself. Since it's a connected piece the whole thing can't be split into sections. However the lines that might be out of the ordinary are that which mentions, "Sanctity dealt, Mission's Seethe, Felt upon the beating sleeve".

These few lines go to progress things in a strange kind of sight. They alude to another meaning that sticks to the moral of the poem. A mission in and of itself is that which is supposed to give hope and enlighten; it's the missionaries job to do such. This is how Mission was used in this sensation; thus going on to explain the next line which uses the words felt and beating for a sleeve. Felt was just a cut explanation of the cloth. Something smooth, tender, easily pliable. While the beating sleeve remarks upon an old saying in which you wear your heart upon your sleeve. You easily show your emotions, everyone knows how you are feeling. Enlightement, Emotion, and Sanity are the balance of that little area. All things that this person can bring. It's an answer to the mention and uprising of love. Everyone sees love as something diffrent so its hard to really stand to mention how it feels, or how it comes to be.

Oh, as well, the final lines in the poem which speak of death are given in a sort of morbid ending. If this is what we are living, and we can love each other now with this much pain. Think of whats going to come, whats going to end. If death is really an eternal part, you can be together with the one you care for, forever. Without having to worry about the troubles of this world, about denial, about being pushed aside. Sort of an odd ending, but it's another view on the image of adoration toward a character of the likes.