Loud faculty.
Ingenuity holds the capacity,of the gravity and it's faults.
The intrusive corners of the world,
it's faculty and its seasalt.
Under pledge what can you lend,
Insecure words within your trend.
Imagine me a few years from now,
Have I said what I need, is it out loud?
The unlit penumbra sleeps
under all the redeemed forest.
The cobweb of society we keep
inside the indigent harvest.
White lies of life does not facade,
It's hard for the strangers to parade.
Silk signs of sun never prove the breeze,
Opulent crowds gather around me.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-12-12 at 23:15
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