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Beauty stands untouched

bone shiver,
strange innuendo

I recall some lullaby’s cadence
I could one day remember some.
For I, being heartless, was once a child.
I heard my mother sing in/out of tone
With moderate contempt, strangely wild.
At that time terror was result, bone shiver,
Nightmares in a crescendo, strange innuendo.
 
Today the pewter skies thundery sing
My bones ache and I sense the rain
Worst pain is that whose causes remain
Buried in my diffuse discontentment.
Would I’ve had a mirror, a twin sister
Would she felt my pain, my sibling?
 
My (their) twins are together, with a different she,
Maybe under the hood, that she a pain offer to me
 
Why was I always alone?
Born and raised as one, many are,
With nothing real, worth atonement.
So why the sense of guilt, prior to the word,
Foe of many, gentle to almost none?
 
Thunder, I don’t understand you
And yet I hear thee so well
People I hear thee so well
I’ve always misunderstood you,
In a twisted right way of seeing,
Your miseries all around, incompleteness
Fear, pain, rooted prejudice, vice and sin,
Or  what you by those ideas mean.
 
And yet, I often felt brood.
 
I have never been able to cry,
Except for epic characters, Greek tragedies,
Lame love movies, puppies,
Ancient love stories, fake memories.
 
Life so full of purpose turned into white noise.
And the radio could not pick a station only.
Full of auto commiseration?
No, I don’t believe in myself.
The world is full of lies, traitors,
Even those who don’t accept it.
 
The beauty stands untouched by war,
Pestilence and ugly death.
That’s why we usually say,
She’s so beautiful it seems she’s not from this earth.
This dawn is from another world.
A question of choice to look both ways.
 
Be my guest if you seek inspiration
In a bucket of rotten death fish.
See it half full of beastly
Long lullabies of trepidity,
 
Do I ever respected thee?
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