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Love. Seemed. Decadent. by Ajay Clark

I'm the dead, rotting and sun dried leaf that you step on in the late night,
my cracks go unheard by your noble ability to squash what's left of my less than glorious life,
when the sun starts her silent decent from the other side of the world, she will gaze pitifully on me with her  pale light,
we will have close to 12 hours...or so to shine on how, I handle the notoriety of my strife.
We will start with breakfast and a scone, and move onto lunch and some scorn.
As she watches me put my suit and tie on for an another day of self inflicted purgatories.
I'll bitch and complain on how to every rose blooming, I'm their reverberating thorn.
The conversation of the day will inspire another reason to manifest yet another compilation of allegories,
we'll have an early dinner over how my neurotic mind is barely staying afloat,
I'll tell her how I enjoy walking in the heavy showers of the rain clouds,
and shell agree that sometimes they can be almost hypnotic,
my mind will mumble sentence, at a low tone through my ears, out loud.
And the dusk will come in the end and Ill sit down to narrate
and dream up old love affairs of years past, as I sit and recall them and start to hallucinate.

A Phrase, For Our Generation by Ajay Clark

We will
drink
until 3 am with reason,
We will
Write until the sun comes up
and
sulk until the sun goes down.
We will
brush our teeth with meaning to remove tobacco stains,
We will
talk about "life" until our lungs retire for the night,
We'll be the unknown "artists" of OUR time.

We will
wash our hands of love
and
We will
Try to marry dead mens words.
We will
wear out the muscles in our face from
frowns
till all we have left to flex are
smiles.
We'll be the unknown "artists" of OUR time.

We will
develop our own religion.
Our own morals and values,
based on
INDIVIDUALITY
and
not guilt based morality.
We will
share the
feeling
of playing a song for someone
on a beautifully simple, rainy day,
and
they will like it.
And
we will feel like we've made a connection through someone else's sorrow, and in that moment we will feel completely alive. We'll be the unknown "artists" of OUR time.

We will
LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY,
ache for accomplishment,
realize what is feasible,
and
still dream of accomplishment,
not in a monetary sense
but,
in a spiritual sense.
We'll be the unknown "artists" of OUR time.

Bio:   Ajay Clark is a film student from Southern California who has been published in rambleunderground.com and in Wonka Vision.