My stupidity

Round 2....

Fable of the world inside out

Confused...

An initial subject, disdain i long to sleep.
Overwhelmed i stand in wait, crouched with heavens help.
She hugs the rope, in yearn smiling callously.

Silly, outside the weather shifts in mood,
Fee rays, keeps me in.
Circles the mold liken Walden's pond.

To free grins, an orange hem; i jut humbly

Hidden, i struggle - shocked
Manage this reality jaded, inconspicuous
Better than before

A shade, i miss the chalice.

Me-more-ye

Confused and overwhelm, i shallow my memory.
It's that time of the year, i hold sacred.
I sit and fall backward, ledge over feet.
Smashing my breath.

Correct me, vanish and quaint
Limp...

Bifurcation

Vanity?

"If you would perfect your body, guard your mind." ~ James Allen

In such notions of self beauty, a woman's mind i cannot fathom - surreal escapist leisure?
Yet it affects her in profound measures; is it real - the fear or the chemical truth?
Probably it makes not a sense - but of a need to self-appreciate?
Replicate herself in perfection in the eyes - of flawed visions?

Clever she is, as i do not understand the masking and gripe of physical beauty.
Neither will i joust and be beheaded for my intrusion into the feminist agenda.

Bifurcation of my Mind and my Body.
Each a Whole and Part of the same fellow.

We are nothing more or less than Holons.

"Break away from the tyranny of custom, tradition, conventionality, and the opinions of others, until you succeed in walking lonely and erect against men." ~ James Allen