A temple of thought that is as ruined and refined.
debris that pierce through ravages of time,
A wail echoes like chants in it's prime,
deep abyss, oh depth of the dead.
sleeping like those who never rise,
a requiem is all left of a reprise.
reeking of the rot,
the dead leave to the living
through graves they dig
and thoughts in engravings.
they never change.
Are we dead enough?
Are they living enough?

Apropos!

Lets not say what I inferred of it all or perhaps you could stick into the implicit the stake and tell me was their some water in all of it, because when I did run through the scalpel of intricate skill through the clutter that required hacksaws to get through, I found a fluid more warm, sanguine. It was all having a life of it's own running, stinging in wild passions, rising in rushes, falling in tides. All that ran through with membranes enclosing the full bodied person that existed in your speech. I feel so much, is that a disorder? that I see through opaque and hence the life in the lifeless seeming drenches and the thumps that are a dead hum come alive in my ears as percussions of a wild beating heart.Too sensitive, too lame?
I never was, and now it's proven or perhaps it is,vinndicated I am, I feel.
As I speak, you utter....Apropos!

Parentheses Poetica

I talk in verse, my words may be the ramifications of what my mind rejects and what my heart chooses to keep to self, but verses, they define me. Poetry is abstract sometimes, impish and bold at other instances but it invariably eludes the common sense.It requires a depth , an abyss to fill. It is open to perception but is never keen on deception.It is elusive but not delusive.

A direction, a subtle hint might just leave the traces to the path it takes. The parentheses to verses are words themselves and they have struggled to keep up with the abstract quality in verses. It could ruin the essence , the taste if the lines between the absolute and the perceived are not blurred. The apparent may or may not be the truth. The conviction with which we put bold words and delimit them between the brackets could come from a belief  that the self has imbibed from the surroundings. Hence the parentheses are too defined in fewer words. Barring my earlier interactions , words in my posts have diminished to verses or to few abstracts extracted from the apparent. hence the name 'Parentheses Poetica'.