Poetry

1. A CARPET OF LIFE
I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges; when I felt I was ardently surging
forward; towards the fireballs of untamed exuberance,
I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial dewdrops; when I felt a wave of
overwhelming contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my profusely
fatigued countenance,
I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves; when I felt the bountifully
enchanting winds of the astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new
born child,
I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses; when I felt every step of my
impoverished existence; unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of
virile dreams,
I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt the insatiable inferno of
surreptitious carnal desire; transcend its ebullient spell over each of my; devastatingly
beleaguered senses,
I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I felt the skies of profoundly
enigmatic mysticism; unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding rain
drops of perennial yearning,
I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I felt the unflinchingly impregnable
mountain of blazing patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of my
nimble visage,
I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili; when I felt irascibly provoked by
the uncouthly savage and acrimoniously conventional society; when the spirit of
retribution was all that diffused from my diminutive soul,
I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling bells; when I felt jubilantly
philandering through the aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically hoodwinking the
majestic Sun; before it kissed the horizons goodbye,
I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating pearls; when I felt as if the entire
grandiloquence on this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet of my
effusively scarlet blood,
I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton; when I felt invidiously stabbed for
centuries immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of; bizarre loneliness,

2. I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture; when I felt the blistering heat
of the treacherously sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to; gruesomely
livid ash,
I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin; when I felt particles of forlorn
remorsefulness infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches of freezing
winter unsparingly endeavored their best; to asphyxiate the last breath out of
my lungs,
I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity; when the sky surrounding me
rained down globules of penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with
whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent,
I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin; when I felt my mind was going
insanely berserk; when I felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra iota of
my; vindictive steam,
I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when I felt that I was drifting a
trifle too much; towards the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical
nothingness,
I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth; when I felt that I was blissfully
transiting into impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of solace in life;
in the feet of my divinely mother,
I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of breath; when I felt that I was
deliberating dwindling towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as
if I had abnegated all charm to exist,
And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life; when I felt I was falling in
sacred love; perpetually entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly
beloved; forever and ever and ever.