imna do this again i guess

[conqueringid]

i dont like actual journal entries, life is too complicated to explain, so instead i shall post my random poetry. If you know me, it will explain the most about how im feeling. even if you dont get it half the time. its alphabetical.

celar door I think does not
do it for me but I cannot say to where it comes but I feel that
true beauty lies in the misunderstandings and the truth the
lies become.
I want to speak forever in the simplest minds
to draw out lines from chiasmus asyndenton and misdirected
epithets and the natural genius that appears
in the flotsam but the
jettisoned says more in unsaid
in milk and honey flows forth from wisdoms mouth I want
to dream forever in Virgil in
blue and gold synechdoches to see
the lives and sounds and each rose bud
and nymph’s amorous play is pure poetry

I think as I am a scholarly
solipsist it is not a little true; fate as I pour over
the ancients and yelowd paper hearts are the story
of our own passing moments) that I can and will
owe it to all ye gods a true taste of life confined
to clever quips and adroit lines in as the pursuit we see what we
have always been and arent a little not different if one
might read between the lines
of the unsaids of Men.

s k doyle