Embittered he tore through pages of her memories
Reciting upon emptiness the days of hidden secrets
Where he thought he had locked with unpretentious eyes
His lacerated words which weakened the verbal knees
Of those lovers who climbed up top desirous mountain cliffs
Hanging by threads to every word painted with chrome plates
And polished in lustrous faux beauty the gaucheries of his lust
Unaware the miscuing shadows indented like savages slain
Penetrating wounds and scars with unbelievable penetrations
Stroking song and dance with misconceptions mouthy verse
Pulling upon foresights master plan to disillusion promises
With emotions where he does not even reside…nor live…
I try to offer you the vapors of his fallaciousness
His imaginistic phantasmal disguises
The infelicities of his astral like catachreis nature
Floating weightlessly unspied…spying with traces across your heart
Yet weighing heavy as impalpable wraiths hovering over your soul
I try to offer you my conspicuity...this diaphanous knowing
to save you from the evidence of yourself
and the corporeity of an emotional holocaust…
Vickie, "Emotional Holocaust" is from deep within your emotional treasure chest my dear friend. Another masterful expression with mood setting of gravity. Well done, well done. May you walk in the light of joy , peace and love . Jon Michael
