Take me back to that day when i went blind...
I would now like to present for your erudition pleasure an act taken straight from the scribal pages I’ve constructed in authentic proportions.
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< Novel Title/ LOVE NICHOLAS
Eden’s Deception
I gave you all those love notes (musical)
But darling these melodies are so much more potent
I conjured up false pretenses and labeled them catchy phrases
But none of them compare to the way you twisted your tongue into such contorted romanticized alibis
Professional propaganda pinning the tail on the proverbial tail of the donkey
It seems we’ve gained an escalating enigma
It’s not as complicated as Alpha and Omega, or even Dogma for Christ sakes!
Your undeniable perplexity to such an armature feat astonishes me
You could never recognize hidden significance in between my lines
Like the way I deciphered your cryptogram LIES
There’s a parable to be gained from your naivety however,
Most obviously the foremost…Never render your third grade equivalence test, brain teasers
To a lord of deception they appear as etch-a-sketch drawings, all one must do is follow the lines
My darling I could have composed for you another love song
Mirages are exaggerated and I’m sick of this pretentious façade
So you shall receive a dose of your own regurgitated medicine
I’ll end this festering fetish of an obsession with a cliff hanger of a question mark? (alt+168)
Now knowing that I could recognize all of your fabrications of forgery…
How do you think I manipulated your fragile world into a suffocating collapse?
With sorcery?...Surly not!
Wait maybe I’m putting the buggy before the horse to sort of say...
There is so much more to illusion then being cohearsed
Patience, Persistence, and Perfect timing…are the key(s) to success
Your off the top head lies about uselessness and off topic change of conversation won’t cut it here
I know you want to be caught but my darling that’s much too easy for retaliation
I tried to unveil the truth in you but you couldn’t see beyond the plastic words portrayed
Remember that week I lied about everything unimportant you we’re so pissed at me.../illusion?
At the beginning of that week I realized you would never change and your love was a (week)weak distortion of infidelity
So I lied within those lies I put up mirrors to deflect the truth and threw a smoke screen just for good measure of theatrical performance
Remember how much you hated that random girl?...
Think real hard about what happened next…
Still haven’t unlocked the trap door I see?...
Your bestfriend/s grip, holding tightly the keys secretly
Maybe my dreams really aren’t made up of things I hold true, for my hating I’ll never know, don’t be so obvious/////////////////////////////blank page
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Within a rhyme there is rhythms… can the beat of a drum swipe the melody and re-emerge as the lyric never focused upon? 1/28/08