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„Miss Galore & Miss Millionty (Prelude)”

’and how many years have already pass’d?

six, seven?

’tis almost eight nou, my dearest lass’

— to be ’made up to the nines’ not only in terms

of appearance and countenance, yet also character

I try my best, but at sixes and sevens then agen

I perceive the whole nine yards of the try to be,

as tho’ behind the eight ball in the raw I did rest

or haply ’tis my essence to embrace indeed?

and once I endeavor to, once I strive

for to reconsider ’n’ quethe I to myself,

as doth my mom, hoping that

mimicking her this way myght

take effect, and not solely in my mind resound:

’lo, thy creation styll cometh to pass e’er since;

perhaps demure is the attention, albeit in no dust

dost thou leave it be — the legacy annually evinc’d;

spill’d and spill’d, yet ne’er a lip service paid, no mistrust;

’one in a million’ to hight thee would be veracious,

as it passeth further and not away, goodness gracious,

so confide in thyself, my gem,

may solace thy sorrow anon replace’

but then I recollect that I’ve been edifying myself

how to yield to self-love and self-pride,

and na haughtiness, yet I either

disunite fro’ me or disunite fro’ others

and instead of being my ’one in a million’,

I am their ’a million and one’,

maugre the authors and nicknames statéd here

the other way rownd in the actuality appear

fore’er grateful for my upbringing,

and I admire my willingness and attempt

to escape vicious cycles of this universe,

yet they all happen to bolt me down too at times

and I find myself brooding abowt

whether I’ve been actually clinging to but

squaring those circles, egad, and thus

leading myself to enter portals of further dubiety

post I swing and sway

and ponder and wonder

e’en in front of the gates,

as I hardly e’er bound ahead,

if perchance ye know me well

and yes, my crown of two minds styll be,

as beneath ’tis not my poise to any longer expand,

as I would cerebrate ’n’ celebrate erstwhile,

wyth the pace not to festinate

— rather to persist one step at a time,

but the triumph of the ones who tri’d to prey on me,

and my carcass alive which a big heart holdeth within,

if perchance it danceth not on my very sleeve

the hostility of the other turn’d

into self-enmity of mine in the long run,

and tho’ I succeed in it way

more oft than in days of yore

— ’tis onerous to reevaluate and have

the latter ’long-gone’ yclept instead,

when the former striketh as so advantageous

— ’tis the grain I shan’t go against come what may,

yet wherefore doth kindness e’er seem to be in vain?

in spite of being for free — too costly to reciprocate,

or leastwise not to deter, daunt, desecrate?

I have swum in this kind of foretides a lot;

sometimes their shimmer soothly sembleth a siren song,

and once thou listest to a solitary note

— in droves they are keen to approach thee, truth be told

and maugre I’ve been learning how to protect myself,

my sanity styll questioneth certain ratios, tho’ shaped

are they merely by my own experience and guess;

once I draw the line, I am but a ’finical — inimical’ blend,

yet all I do is care, communicating soft, yet being frank

— wyth what and how I feel,

Miss Galore’s who I myght at best be,

yet ’Miss Millionty’ I would not myself clepe

„Rooting Around In The Human Nature Profound”

alas regardless of the caution and furtiveness,

’tis not without grief when the insight bringeth

the dern into lyght, and what I discern

is but a dark silhouette not of a wight who seeketh

succor and speereth for help, yet the whole nine yards

of what one cheerfully bestow’d upon the wight

thereafter being us’d against the bestower in return

as the years proceed, I feel more stalwart and prepar’d,

howbeit as a human, too, ne’er exempt fro’ rue and hurt;

forsooth ripe and prim’d for to evite plethora be my stance,

tho’ not impervious to the existence of malevolence itself

rooting around in the human nature profound,

it merely doth my mind and inner feelings confound,

for ’shallow’ is not the proper word to attribute to

in spite of thy disenchantment and dejection cruel,

as it must take an abysm anyroad to behave this way

— particularly when reconsideration concerneth

not whether to attempt or not, yet how to do waylay,

and meed oneself alone in any event, at any rate

— ’whate’er and whome’er it taketh, let it take’

selfless I am; spare no effort in widening my benevolence,

albeit the deeper it goeth, the deeper becometh my ache;

in a twig remaining unbroken in a bundle

increasingly vacillateth my intrinsic fayth…

„Better Angels (Hell Or High Water)”

between the devil and the deep blue sea

I have caught myself dwell agen,

maugre my body’s onshore veritably

and my better angels styll prevail

— rooting around in the human nature profound,

I rest, yet not repose, for I remain aware

of that we all do our utmost, and it so varieth

for everyone, and except for having my mind

wander out and about — I am rooting for us,

and perhaps my will to do shall ne’er utterly elapse,

maugre sometimes I find myself deem otherwise;

oh, dreams of retaliation may appear to be so sweet,

yet at the end of the day I choose in what I styll believe

— my values I shall not forsake, I shall not betray,

and by setting boundaries I do not make them abate,

despight so oft loneliness is choice-includéd in this case,

and the ambiguity I’m revisiting is as old as hills

— wherefore are pure intents so oft besmear’d,

and the lack of caring more worthwhile than doing it?

stainless not, yet I strive, attempt, wis I am concern’d

— and ’tis clandestine, albeit now and then,

e’en if but a trifle nou — styll abowt those who gave

and give no damn abowt me in return,

and e’ery so oft I pray not to be indifferent but carefree

— gather moss, ponder not,

allow myself to breathe…

„Being ’The Fairest Of Them All’ (I Merely Wither…)”

o, mirror on the wall wyth all its glamoury!

wherefore being ’the fairest of them all’,

I merely wither?

sitting afore thee,

staring into thy quasi-transparent depth,

making all those my appeals

deals wyth myself solely,

turning all the requests into quests,

and turning each my submission

into my further mission instead

— and tho’ the study had me bent,

to hie and to trudge hither and thither had me sent,

for that path I can and shall thank thee entirely

and earnestly, for I ken whom I am in touch wyth

via my ardent soliloquy which

in black and white I spill and spill,

albeit ’tis thee to boot towardes whom

the essence of my inquiry aforesaid

I shall disclose and rehearse and rehearse

as the pristine vocative phrase

o, glamoury! o, mirror on the wall!

wherefore being ’the fairest of them all’,

I merely wither sore?

instructéd and tutor’d to be a far cry fro’

the cold and severe side of self-conceit,

confiding in compassion, encouragement

and basing my qualities on it wyth endeavors

to craft and implement them healthily,

I find myself droop jadéd and bleak;

despite myself being ’the jewel in the crown’ yclept,

regardless of its purpose and intent,

for all that I pine for is to rest my head,

and solve at once all thy riddles and follies

thou grantest me fain and amain, my dear

o, glamoury! o, mirror on the wall!

and wherefore being ’the fairest of them all’,

I merely wither and I am on my own?

’forlet and forfend alightest thou upon’?

prithee, grant me but thy response —

is it selfish to desire to be treatéd well?

or is it me to actually yield to the glory vain,

and covet what is ne’er mine to be attain’d?

I admit ’tis twain

— a boon and a bane type of strife

to be the captainess

of thine own ship call’d life...

„Repriev’d”

e’ery once in a mo, it cometh like a bolt

out of the blue and there and then

condemneth thee to tame the bloodflow

and clad the wound in swathe —

and ’tis not solely the matter of its change,

yet ere it myght shrink, let alone close,

seal, and heal — up! — it doth enlarge and enlarge,

but recovery is within reach

and in what thou art styll lief to trust

and e’ery once in a mo, e’ery once in a while

it cometh like a bolt out of the blue forbye,

darkening thy door, asudden hastening the crawl

— ’fore thou canst deprehend —

to sink its teeth and envenomate,

for the liquid sanguine

[yet not in the way thou mote expect]

to drip and drip ’till doth overbrim

— aetat ’overdue’ and ’overdue’ ’tis yclept,

tho’ they claim that healing requireth its time,

and that ’tis ne’er too late for travail to mitigate

— thou didst have hopes e’erso high

that conquering it had been once and for all,

and thou had prevail’d o’er it

instead of postponing the ache and reck,

and suffering taking the lead

wythowt inquiry, styll less permit

repriev’d

— the struggle,

the belatedness,

the succor,

the retreat,

the precariousness

repriev’d

— when moments meant

to be the happiest ones

bring but the sorrows

and pain of days past

repriev’d

— [it echoeth, echoeth] —

the struggle,

the belatedness,

the succor,

the retreat,

the precariousness;

repriev’d

— when moments meant

to be the happiest ones

— [echo waves, e-e-echo sounds] —

bring but the sorrows

and pain of days past;

repriev'd—…

„Gargoyles — II”

no human being and no gargoyle is e’er the same;

to err is both human and gargoyle, howbeit,

and experiences break us all, bend,

yet ’tis seen as our undertaking to mold and shape,

maugre change is something ne’erending,

and our final forms out of reach shall remain;

regardless of how it doth sound,

’tis not a paradox that we ought

to pursue and try and practice self-love

and patience at the same time

— these are not inconsistent at all;

all the more — crucial do they emerge;

we shall consider others’ feelings, show respect,

yet ne’er resign from ours and ourselves;

no ’claw me, claw thee’ vengeance — vicious is its cycle,

but tho’ I’ve been aware that revenge is not the way,

now I ken I understand gargoyles’ hurt all too well,

as forsooth ’tis frequent when thine heart and trust

become a target and it ain’t seen as a mistake,

let alone a humble-pie call, an endeavor to fix it;

iwis here’s not to reciprocate, spread maliciousness,

yet neither to confuse compassion wyth self-neglect

— if onely the golden mean were easier to detect,

albe such request is styll a search for meticulousness;

chasing its sole formula is building a castle in the air

’feel what thou dost; take the hand,

but for granted nought; elsewhere,

into and out of the blue our getaway’

„Early Doors”

’have I black’d out? fallen adream?

to such a motley picture agleam?’

’the variegated playhouse welcometh — enter thou;

to join the night spectacle ne’erender — we allow!’

’this abode of my recognition be, I dare say

— and eke doth summon me by my name,

albeit cutting to the chase,

I onely lose myself in a maze’

’no wonder why, no wonder wherefore,

— and thy wander shan’t halt wythowt lore;

early doors thou hast come thyself, as usual

— ’tis e’erso admirable,

and may thou this time agen be

benedight wyth such a possibility,

yet once the core is expos’d to thee,

exert thyself to get out of these gates as hastily;

the semi-master key thou art e’er in possession of;

thou may not direct the show, yet thyself canst control,

but make no mistake, no mockery to perform —

reflect thou upon instead, for purport’d obviousness

myght encourage obliviousness, and some doors open

to re-open, and re-open to close at length

— some not to re-open or be re-open’d e’er agen;

some to dwell just ajar at times; some locks

won’t work, but what thou makest room for

at the end of the day is thine to decide

— come thou forth, my sweetest child,

waste no second of the present time,

and all the more so the future post thou exitest

— taketh time to comprehend what’s obtain’d, yet

while making attempts, behold what’s on the horizon

and what already surroundeth — who embraceth

thee wythowt an end, unconditionally treasureth,

whose love is unmeasur’d, and whose goodwill unfeign’d’

„Waiting In The Wings”

’call us not, we shall call thee instead, love’ to recur

for nearly half a decade nou — dost thou concur?