False Awakening

By Nathan De Menezes

This is my second poetry book.

Also check out my other book - I, Poetaster.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jan 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479742516

Nathan De Menezes

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Copyright © 2013 by Nathan De Menezes.

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Contents

The Sanguine Labyrinth of Passion

The Nightmare

The Metaphoric Psychomanteum

The Enigma of Animus

Still

Stardust

Slashed to Ribbons

Psychodrama

Pre-lucid Dream

Orchid

Objects of Animation

Objectivum

Noumenon

Never to be Personified Posthumously

Marionettes in an Inglorious Delirium

Manifest of Murder

Idolum Seu Fantasma

Hamartia

Edge of forever

Beware of those who Brood

An Entity

A Paradigm in Decay

The Sanguine Labyrinth of Passion

(Remembered happiness through anamnesis)

Amidst ancient graves, of dead lovers names

One may feel my exuberant passion;

In fail restraint of obsession, quite quaint:

Of a thing, she’s enslaved with her fashion

Pallid her skin; she diminishes sin

Temptress of thought; Words of worth; I have naught:

For she pillaged my heart with her essence;

As I waned; in her perfect quintessence

The labyrinth was made from my angst’s complications;

The void in my mind spawned her face;

Vague pith and emotion had borne my frustrations;

No other who breathes; could replace

A creature divine, when she call’s the swine mine—

From the labyrinth; up high, I can see her; my sky:

For her grace, like Grecian spires;

Evokes Pythia perspired

On the canvass of life she has painted; a

Labyrinth of passion enchained;

My life to me