On life and its vagaries


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Denizens of the underworld rooting for his life is a dormant psyche’s mistaken and muted wail.
Before hand
By a mind tortured to the extreme by inner conundrums -with the imprint of harsh reality on fantasies and ever reducing the zest to live, combating gips were being thrown out in the guise of barely fine-spun imagery.
Those were gruesome, and never ever were handsome, aiming to center on the not so winsome. Quips created to while away the ever ascending OF terrors of life.

By the macabre purchase of quaint expressions brave the world?
By and by that domain was overtaken by inanition.


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  1. Sam…you return…you were missed:) Tell me good sir….how have you been? Lovely pensive weave as always…keenly mysterious and a great thread to unwynd 🙂

    ~Lady Day

    June 27, 2012 at 1:45 pm

  2. I was missed? It was good of you to say that 🙂

    Thank you Lady Day for being kind to my words.and for asking about me.too.
    You are kind. 🙂

    And, I like that unwynd.:-) It’s neat !


    June 27, 2012 at 6:42 pm

    • Of course. Don’t you have the poets you read and notice when they are gone for a few days? Well…nice to read your threads again…like a brain boost, dictionary, puzzle and painting, all in one.

      ~Lady Day

      June 28, 2012 at 1:45 pm

  3. Torture by inner conundrum is palpable here – great combination of picture and words. k.


    June 28, 2012 at 1:07 am

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