Sire Silinghamn's Emancipated Chrono-Cosmological Vicarious Tome Of Versifications: Sire Silinghamn's Emancipated Chrono-Cosmological Tome Of Versifications, #1
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Over one hundred poems forged from wisdom and nonsense to produce a language of notions and concepts, emotions and Ideas, and perhaps even a little poignant laughter?
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Sire Silinghamn's Emancipated Chrono-Cosmological Vicarious Tome Of Versifications - Grandfather Nebulous
Is It True?
Is it true that the last is first?
Is it true that the bluff is content and quixotic?
Forsooth!
Black wings abound in congress, fluttering the firmament with delegations of a sorrowful fortitude
Into the immemorial they peer, fumbling to concepts of a foreign antediluvian antiquity
Arise, arise! Coeval construct of immeasurable worth, hark forth the lies from a hollow throat
Is it true that their bones rattle in the wind?
That their construe can match the swiftest steed’s pace?
Forsooth!
Amalgamations of foundations slipping against the fractioning time, impassable canyons of quiet discourse, draining the dexterity of a questionable escape
Now riding the howling gumption
Tears streaming into the infinite and formless breath lost to the tales of yesteryear
Pity the penury of the soul and sabotage the gay abandon of a restless reproach
Suitable circumstances of the cyclopean, become more than the mind can command
Architectural illuminations, complex in their cunning and connivance
Enhancing the light of a peerless realm, enchanting the axioms of a cosmos unseen
Asserting dominance into the hands of the aberrant aesthete, sculpting a will if you will?
Forsooth!
Gateways of gambling tongues, whispering ridiculous notions of aspiration
Bleating out the chorus of truth, the will of the quarrelling Gods
Yet for all their noise, I sit here in the quiet, alone in the quiet, contemplating the truth
It hurts
It hurts
Is it true?
Is it at all true, now that the wonder is lost?
A Parallax Presentation of Nothingness
I’m gnawing at the bit, my taste buds are adrift, I’m confused with hunger yet I’m lost with choice...
Shall I bite the hand feeds me or shall I feed the bite that fears me?
Insurmountable excursions of quantifiable regurgitation, all I want is to embrace the future
With all my heart, with all my time, with all my life, I give my all
It has broken me, it has ground me to a pulp, it is gnawing my character away
Embellished with destruction
Nothingness, nothingness take me away
Nothingness, nothingness explain it to me
One with nothing, laughing in slime, wrecking the odds, lost in the odd
Praise the end with a shaking fist
Unconquerable anger, investing a life
I am not lost?
I am lost!
How can one be lost in nothing?
Parallax presentation resumes its course
Its due course of course
Echo...
A Prolapse in Time
Grandfather slows, yet I saw him stride by
He left me here high in the dry
Repeating the whistle as the hours slip away
I’m sure in the end I will be made to play
Edit my dreams, for there I am whole
Inside my call I hear them all
The slow stride of time, I can’t seem to grasp
Normality fades and I am here at last
The lost calls for questions, infects my mind with mellifluous breach
I hold the lost keys, which I was bequeathed
The long stride of night opens my eyes
Now daylight is gone I can work with some pride
Curse the day and all its entrapments
Judged by my fellows from uniform minds
Tackling the subject one stride at a time
A tunnel consumes me as I peer out in misery
Forget the life’s faults and dive into mystery
Hatred of daylight, hate for the normal
Down here I wonder in absolute turmoil
The turmoil of paucity, the redolent living scroll
Dead to the end and living for none, arcane inscriptions become my joy
Lost in the library of myself
Stride on by
Grandfather become me
It is unclear, yet somehow idolatry
Ignominious in its scripture and painful in its encumbrance
Father become me, oh father of time
Let me control thee and drink of the wine
In sanguine fields I long to be free, oh father of time please fail me
A Shudder from Another
Sharing a palace of slumber
Living from the same stream
One looks to the other for the same thing
Here we find ourselves, yet not the same kin
Shudder in freedom, shudder in sleep
Free from this prison in which we both keep
Locks on the windows, locks on the doors
Freezing and boiling, just like the poor
I find great comfort in seeing you shudder
I feel great love for what we have
I feel no future, without another
And yet here we are uttering shudders
Don’t let me falter and don’t let me win
Restart the tale all over again
You are a good soul, with wild in your eyes
I am the cruel one, inflicting myself
Let us be into the other
For now we both begin to shudder
Good night
Verisimilitude
A Love Unbeknownst to me
Fortitude of anxiety, works its assiduous magic
Blinded by the preparations, threads of logic hanging in a clumsy net
Time it rushes all at once and the ideas become realised
Blood, shit, screams and pain, welcome to the world
Trauma has attacked, all victims to the truth
Nature’s lesson be - that hardship brings great things
Reeling from the shock, witnessing the implications unfold before me
Next comes something special, hidden from my prescience
A love unbeknownst to me, a fettering of my heart
The gaze is pure, the gaze is real, it obliterates all obstacles of faith
A love unbeknownst to me, coursing layers of joy
A family bond, through blood and fate, shuddering realisation
Time loses meaning, a moment of clarity absolute, the lethal force of love
You are perfect, you are the narrative now, I weep at my guilt for bringing you here, yet to greatness I know you will grow
You are perfect, I am nothing but a jolly fool, if you can learn a lesson from me do not follow my path
I never knew perfection before I witnessed you and now all thing seem dull besides
Must not stop, cannot stop, must continue, love
A Ticket
A ticket to something now
You may wait a lifetime, you may not know that it could work
Sire, please make it work!
But you have bought the ticket regardless
You have bought it deep within your dark eyes
You have fled your origin, yet you see what could be
What could possibly be now?
What could possibly be next?
Technicalities take hold and we are both lost to a siren
Oh!
How could we have been but a moth to the flame ourselves?
A selfish cunt
Riding the waves as poorly as we were
Our eyes locked and in that moment, that moment we knew all passion would fade away
To those blinded by the flame of now, it makes sense to be desperate
It doesn’t make much sense to be true now, but in time the flame can be recognised and wielded
Let that be the ‘fuck you’ that grabs you by the heart
Like grit to a tyre, burning its sense in with corrosive reality
I am a forbearer for the doom that will come
I am lost to a rattling ribcage of nonsensical fun
Your mind is just like