that immaculate worldIn the immaculate world in which we did once live
all sense of propriety was erased by a single shiv.
AaronA constant is kept in his tone,
of mind and mouth,
yet the demandless dull within his voice
provides pleasant contrast of personality,
when considered his heart remains as wide and ranged as his brain.
His conviction in christianity proves true
for something in those specs goes beyond simple sight,
he sees into synapses,
surely by blessed means,
to him a soul becomes as clear as the lenses he wears,
and you can bet your beliefs they're opaque as air.
But same as the state, the situation of those specs,
secrecy and stories of damning privacy
stay secure, trpped and transparent
underneath a vale of vacancy,
in a two way streak, a striking similarity of two way optics.
Tinge the lenses red,
colour them crimson till they crack,
cry out maroon murder
but the doubt will not curve down upon his face,
and faith and fairness
shine upon teeth and glisten on glasses
under some third world sun.
Should I crush the confidence of my confidant, then crucify me,
I would allow it, oh so willingly.
MelA personality as flawless as her skin,
any sense of romance is null and void
to me, in her proximity,
as signalled by lack of a stabbing sensation within my atrium.
And yet a smile slyly slips onto my face
and the presence of disgrace
when sight of her sneaks into my view.
Transfusions of kidness
keeps chivalry's pulse pounding.
She puts herself in some secondary perspective
and a content front can fool many
but disclosure is open with her
and to her.
A binary back-to-back system
those we tell, my unrequited opinion
though the seldom sold secrets
stay on her end, of her side.
The trust comes with duality,
the respect comes with duality
the equivalency comes with singularity.
Poor ClaudiusAlas, poor Claudius,
proof that man is mortal to mistakes.
But the deathly chain, put not him to blame,
for he knew not the stakes.
For when death had come and death had gone,
he did not ask for death to prolong.
And forgive him for lack of grief when the deed was done,
for he was locked in the harmony of wedding songs.
Judge him not as that Hamlet did,
for when can love be with sin?
Even if heart pink ascended from tearful green,
that pink, over mournful black, it did win.
And the declared deceit and lies
damned him as told as the antagonist,
but in untold truths of bemused brothers,
be perhaps he the protagonist?
Tradition dictated the owner of the throne,
not trials and tests for deserved,
T'was not the justest but the eldest,
that for which the throne was reserved.
As for the deathly chain,
mark that Hamlet the cause of the dead,
as vengance provides no valor,
but merely a sullied soul instead.
Four he directly put in the grave,
along with his loved one on the side,
Some prince! So