Power Beyond Trust
Posted on: September 24, 2009, at 10:37:37pm

For lack of knowing how to send a file through mIRC, here is my poem thingy:

Power Beyond Trust

Tasteless delicacies in an age of wonder,
Endearing flesh within a hand's reach.

Polishing a shoe lace without discernment,
Regulating those desired in an intricate web.

Ecstasy in destruction fills the soul of the lost,
Vengeance a dish never simple for the mind.

Insipid and without any substance it comes,
Eloquently creeping the veins of insanity.

Others seek freedom in the palm of a benefactor,
Freely giving death in exchange for freedom.

Pained, aggressive, incoherent, malice and vile,
True intentions masked by a past impossible to forget.

Light crept clearly in a fashion barely perceivable,
Surprise bluntly placed upon the front stage.

Bittersweet unbecoming which once was harmony,
Hidden inside this harmony lies the bitterest of fruits.

A sad story finally revealed in the deepest of caves,
Desperation upon one of the main characters.

Where fierceness no longer offers adequate motivation,
Understanding the truth becomes a spiralling fight.

No one seeks to be pure in heart as it is insatiable,
Tearing away the insurmountable barrier that is vice.

Blindness of innocence that does not fade away,
Battling to the very end what makes one’s fate worthwhile.

Friendship, respect, fidelity and innocence shattered,
Duel of the morals that bind what makes us human.

Screams multiplying as it comes to understanding,
Trials continue accumulating only to succumb to change.

The meaning of not liking someone deepens and yet remains a void,
Toying of a shadow passing by brings but another tragedy along history.

Hope so small seems appreciated no matter how it may be,
Taking a pause in resolution to greater effects to further develop.

Violating, mutilating, torturing and yet alluring,
Near or far away the nurturing of an innocent child grows into man.

Definitions confused throughout this story and yet they remain clear,
Is there not finality in the dawning of the two last acts?

Good and evil tend to loose their meanings when things are at a close,
One more tear as the never ending flow of sadness erupts to hope.

One can only see happiness after pain and sorrow,
Once again hope is but a means to an end…

…Fin