Glenn McCrary, 4 listopada 2012
The artistry of the dogmatic
Lies upon the breaths that are bated
Unwanted sarcasm tossed
Though often musters hostility
And the branches arc
With each split decision
Affirms the logic
Behind each laceration
Glenn McCrary, 4 listopada 2012
Here I stand
In the arms of a comely apocalypse
Foreseeing my deathly fortune
Reality never served as a good friend
But it was in that moment
When the sun shed her darkly grin
And hummed a song of comfort
In the mass of increasing terror
Glenn McCrary, 4 listopada 2012
‘Twas something strange in the way she waltzed
A majestic triumph of the age
Her classic imagery paints the room
With such vibrant colour
Often this will leave a man to ponder
Upon life’s eccentricities
Will they ever shape into meaning?
Glenn McCrary, 3 listopada 2012
My fair ladylove
How dare she saunters the halls
Taunting a man so graphically
She holds the very knowledge
That her figure is astonishing
It is to be concluded that she cherishes
Being the focus of my poems
She then exhibits herself quite flawlessly
Bearing equivocal fervor
Glenn McCrary, 28 października 2012
Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Remind me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons
Glenn McCrary, 26 października 2012
When enveloped within her caress
One will have come to master the conception
That blackness isn’t as careless as she seems
Murmuring monotonous nocturnes
To inaugurate safety
And endorse loyalty
Now it is not entirely certain
Whether such knowledge
Is deemed fallacious or authoritative
Though does there exist a plausible reason
For such subjective musings?
Glenn McCrary, 25 października 2012
Such discernment would never have dawned
nor would one ever think such artistry
Could be made to appear so sullen
Her cheeks glistening so brightly in my wake
Then my eyes descended upon her lips
Her velvety, smooth lips…
arouses an esoteric aura within
an aura undefined
Glenn McCrary, 25 października 2012
In the absolute black of night
Was when she seized my eye
It appeared as if she had been glancing at a ceiling
That had been adorned by cobwebs for years
Living in the element of inquiry
Wondering if the light shall ever glimmer upon her frame
Her eyes as bleary as they are profound exhibited poems
Epic poems beyond that of humanity’s comprehension
Each tragedy that she had ever been dealt
Was present amongst each page
As within her skin they had turned
Glenn McCrary, 25 października 2012
Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs
Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize
Like loved ones who’d never forsake I
One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought
Glenn McCrary, 20 października 2012
‘Twas a rather sodden evening
When the congregation had begun departing
Pending an austere twister
I know not if it was deliberately
though for some reason the bright red hue
That comprises your vehicle ensnared my eyes
it was in that moment when your lovely smile
Rose to prominence in the
Gradually diluting presence of the rain
Chuckles sprang forth in merriment
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