Do You Have Any Idea?

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Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the scent of the poignantly scarlet rose; when mercilessly trapped a countless feet beneath the vituperatively
fetid gutter line?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the voluptuously tantalizing globules of rain water; when haplessly licking acrimoniously heartless desert sand;
for an infinite kilometers on the trot?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the celestially tranquil meadows of jubilant grass; when traversing via an intransigently vengeful field of blood-soaked thorns?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the Omnipotently blazing Sun; when ruthlessly buried an infinite feet beneath demonically asphyxiating and blackened mud?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the innocuously spell binding lines of untamed artistry; when haplessly incarcerated within the walls of the sacrilegiously robotic and wantonly commercial office?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed impeccably bountiful childhood; when venomously enshrouded by the invidiously crippling battlefields; of manipulative pragmatism?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the ravishingly unabashed waves of the mesmerizing sea; when helplessly sealed in the parsimoniously mosquito
laden crevice of the dingy wall?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the indefatigably boisterous noises of the enigmatic forest; when dismally seated beside the inexplicably wailing and inconsolably cadaverous corpse?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the triumphantly twinkling stars; when inexorably tyrannized by the murderously ghoulish blackness; and
in the heart of the despondently stabbing moonless night?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the quintessential feel of the beautiful currency coin; when tirelessly begging for every morsel of food; on
the lecherously dilapidated road?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the heavenly fantasies of a brilliantly unfettered tomorrow; when barbarously jailed in shackles of heartlessly flaming iron; for not the tiniest fault of mine?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the caverns of victoriously unblemished sleep; when wandering like a deliriously wayward maniac; through
the corridors of baselessly sinful prejudice?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the seeds of timelessly proliferating virility; when satanically placed amidst unlimitedly shriveled mortuaries of just lies; lies and forlornly despairing lies?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the brazenly unbridled ardor of enamoring youth; when both my worthlessly old and delinquent legs; uncontrollably
trembled only towards lackadaisical soil?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the prayers of mellifluously divinely peace; when carnivorously dragged into the vindictively slandering precipices of ghastly war?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the amiably inimitable lap of Omnipresent mother; when the entire planet started to savagely scourge; even the
most holistically nimble of my forward stride?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the pristinely silken flakes of rejuvenating snow; when the winds of unsparingly demonic summer; had torridly
scorched every single leaf in conceivable vicinity?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the impregnably altruistic dwelling; when the devilishly profane darkness of the night; had taken wholesomely
deplorable control of each of my nerves?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the miraculously ameliorating waterfalls; when every pore of my body was truculently forced to wither and
ignominiously slither amongst the worms of ominously ribald nothingness?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed immortally benign love; when each beat of my heart was unrelentingly castrated by the corpses of unforgivably
hedonistic betrayal?

And do you have any idea; as to how much I missed my Omnisciently beautiful beloved; when every of my breath was purposelessly leading every instant of
impoverished life; just to fill in the number of years that destiny had impotently planned for my head.


Submitted: April 05, 2018

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