Critical

This perfection of a symmetry being,

such sudden beauty at a glance,

exaltation of life chanced like

rose in bloom, gloried, glorified

such glory danced.

A youthful in full fine

quality, living life upon

societies request, dressed as

mother natures best, flawless -

pristine beyond a point,

clear clean and fresh,

as crystal as the spring from

mountain streams, such

energy, unstoppable in its quest,

to guide the guarded narcissistic eyes

of admiration, furtively to the

soul regarded blessed.

The bitterness reacts, claims the exile

of his beauty, invites the darkness from

his blood-stained heart, self imposed upon

its cruelty,

now a tortured soul unforgiven,

on the rack and pinion of his conscience,

fake upon his stubborn words he told in jest

at the devils behest, begs no chorded reprieve

from disability's rejection.

Such sordidness of unbelieving faith,

such powerful words he sold,

striking off from lands for all,

the lacking symmetry of features,

torso, mind and limbs.

“Sorry!” sounds so muted,

His sorry bounds his human mutant,

his sad forgotten skin deep blessing,

forced in times from minds gone stark,

returns his demon as his student,

to learn again to pass to light,

and follow once more his heart.

his torpid state for having lost his

faith, begs awakenings of his soul,

a weariness from all forgot

in youthful days, now war torn

and abused,

his vengeful words that forsaken

all compassion, regretted firmly

on his lips, seeks the best

a poets forgiveness gives;

a kind allegiance,

from his angels kiss.

Michael J Waite 2105hrs 21^st May 2009