Post 47- The Final Piece!

Sorry for the late post everyone, had a busy first day of classes (and an unhealthy addiction to my new 3DS and Pokemon White). I certainly hope you enjoy the following poems, as they bring -B-ook of The End to a close.

Coming soon: A new manuscript. Which letter, I have yet to decide. Enjoy!

Break - Sec 3
Bourgeoisie - Sec 3
Behind - Sec 3
Beyond the Veil - Sec 3
-B-ook of The End - Sec 4/Conclusion

Break

There's a break before the plunge

A sort of washing off of sin

I think it has to do

With knowing that

This is it.

I won't make it out alive

What I've known

Is all I will ever know.

My life

Will

Break

Like any stone

To be remade

Grown anew.

Although eternity does not frighten me

I am still scared for the others

Whose tears will mark my passage

To another place that they

Too

Will ultimately join.

Perhaps such dark muses

Are but a method of coping

A contemplation

To calm my spirit as I fade away.

Bourgeoisie

The purpose of consumerism

Is to devour those who are smaller.

All the gold watches

And decor's of mountainous mansions

Are just the pets

Of an ideal

To eat

To succeed

Like so much else in the world.

And civilization is but

A means to compete

With one another

In a more convoluted measure.

For us

Withholding basic need is an everyday affair

We make love to it for profit

Without a thought to the contrary.

Our stagnation is coming

And with it

The feeling of hunger.

Behind

Something to get

to want

a lustful thought

a denim's grudge

Lose it all if you fall into it

kick it when it's down

We all need to realize a leader

is just someone who has yet to be shaken by it

Truthfully it isn't so bad

We just put labels on everything.

Beyond the Veil

Out here

Your

Senses

Like to mix

You smell touch

Taste sound

And your limbs

Refuse to bend properly

Instead choosing to disembark your body

To float away on their own dreams

This mauve sensation is too removed

To be found familiar

Time is simply a hurdle to be jumped over,

Run past,

Skipped by,

And once done

You are paid the dividends

One would expect;

Immorality,

Vulnerability,

Conscience.

Beside you

Others swim through the mist

Searching

For their own answers to who they are

And where they came from

It is always the same:

There is no memory here.

Beyond the veil

You are left to your own desires

It is where all questions remain unanswered and curious

-B-ook of The End

I once grew a stench to see what the seeds looked like

I feared the end of my hobby seeking activities

When a woman of no minor importance

Deemed me worthy to read a particular

Book

Of no particular

Author

Which depicted a

Rather detestable

Notation

About the reasoning of all mankind.

It claimed

We harbored a sickness that had no cure

And that in its reality

Circular thought was simply the norm.

Chickens and eggs were revered for their

Resourcefulness

And the labor of a thousand men

Only produced two thousand more of them.

While I at once wished

For such a simple existence

The woman saw the glint

Of my eye and took it back

Before I had a chance to read the last few pages

Which

I hope

Was a tale of caution to any would-be reader,

Though I have no way of knowing.