No Guarantee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 25, 2018

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I can give you my life; precious years of my overwhelmingly sacred existence; at the tiniest of your commands,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; an irascible volcano which devastates; at times higher than the sky; while at times embedding itself infinite kilometers beneath
the grave.

I can give you my life; each iota of wealth that I had assimilated; at the slightest cry of your painstaking distress,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times romanticizing in the aisles of desire; while at times licking raw sands like an insane lunatic.

I can give you my life; showering upon you all the mesmerizing happiness that lingered around my countenance; when you stumbled brutally on every path,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times glistening like the epitome of ultimate prosperity; while at times indefatigably barking like a wounded dog; slithering towards the corridors of extinction.

I can give you my life; bestowing upon you all the goodness that profusely circumvented my soul; when you spoke of the tiniest of discomfort,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times blossoming vibrantly like a vivacious peacock; while at times sadistically whipping itself with ghastly chains of diabolical hell.

I can give you my life; sacrificing every smile that besieged my rubicund lips; to witness you harness the true essence of existence,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times relishing the fruits of nature in celestially harmonious melody; while at times disastrously unable to breathe; imprisoned in chains of self destruction and diffidence.

I can give you my life; embellishing each path you tread on; with streams of my very own crimson blood; nourishing you with my breath to a land more exotic than paradise,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times harvesting the most wonderful fantasies on this Universe; while at times hissing ominously on the lanes of isolated malice.

I can give you my life; pacifying your every unfinished desire; even as you bounced in stupendously supreme contentment and intrigue,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times invincibly towering above all on this planet; while at times traumatizing itself like a billion scorpion bites.

I can give you my life; inundating your haplessly empty palms with the most beautiful gifts on this planet; ensuring that you walked on a silken carpet while thorns of treachery; savagely pierced my eyes,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times as impeccable as mothers milk; while at times obsessively trying to lambaste its unfathomable repertoire of; untapped potential.

And I can give you my life; seeing to it that you led an infinite more lives of bliss; relinquishing my breath as many number of times,
But I take no guarantee of my brain; at times ubiquitously disseminating the essence of divine; while at times a satanic demon; penalizing me for apparently no fault of mine.


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