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Sorry mazHur

you choose
gnarled victory
for your close companion
and forsake you the fledgling lists
that fell

that fell
beneath all grace
was none other than Greed
in search for more it lost what it
possessed

Not my own dogma (too many puns, i feel geeky)

Possesed
By holy ghosts
We lack security.
Greed is a creed for self fufilled
prophets.

prophets
in the backyard
storming down floral ramparts
a community fundraiser
circus

circus
of birds in flight.
With feats of daring do
backed by a pure canvas of blue
drawn past

Drawn past
melancholy
into glad clarity,
I bathe in soft serenity;
I'm free.

I'm free
to roam about
with the vagabond clouds
and to fall at my will as rain
or hail!

Or hail
is it that night
which disquieted the silence,
my lone companion, we converse between
four walls

four walls
a rampart make
to keep out the deluge
of the madding crowd, or onset
of debt

of debt
that I owe all
for the joy I gain,times
hard you wended me through, how do I
match it

match it
try again and
see if you can compare
a rose may be sanguine but heart
sheer blood

sheer blood
spills over the
battlegrounds as the proud
enemy turns its back on its
honour

honour
and dignity
have no real sense for
a wretch dying of hunger and
disease.

disease
a cold release
turning over of keys
encraching of sick victim's peace
brain frieze

Clever, alakungfu!

brain frieze
curves, crevasses
knowledge, downhill skier,
nerves launching across snowy vales
beauty