Eleemosynary Expression

Words are

my anchor:

tethering me

l

oo

se

ly

to sanity

in

notions of 'Love', 'kindness' and 'equanimity'—

shaking me so

vio — — l — ent — — — — — — — — — --l — — -y,

when I think

of 'pain', 'rage' and 'wickedness',

even as

they humour me

with witty

is the 'foolishness'

the'silly'andthesublimely'ridiculous',

while

holding me

to order with their serious intentions in 'prompt', 'proper', ‘precise’—ever so 'persnickety'.

And yes,

they’re

just

killing me softly

in

these multitude lyricist moments

that simultaneously fix and free me on a sea of their paragraphed sentences, where sometimes it’s calm—in a serene scene of smoothly conjoined constructions, drifting gently up to soft and silky shores of such quiet existences...............................................

But most often they are rough texts,

bouncing and rolling in a choppy life-threatening ocean

of unfinished ideas

trying to shrug off

the

wastage

of excessive sentiment

embedded in

ruggedly

formed and badly

phrased

all over the place

emotions.