Name: Intarsia Miasma aka Rob Francis Stain
Some Foretaste of Heaven:
Hail to thee my dying contemporaries. I truly beseeched for thy forgiveness regarding my audacity and recklessness. Thou probably have seen my paltry notes or the, shall we say, the satirical panegyrics where I spelt my hex to those multi-faceted zombies. I simply miss the luster, ... more »
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Instalasi Sastra Poems
Love Defiled [Answer to a beautiful poem...
What love is, but an error, Contagious in two egotistic mind, Rising a malicious terror For a veiling intention that unkind?
For Love and Dignity
Not wrong, To have no dignity; As long, Have thee in affection and amity;
Beauty is a heavenic boon, Stretch in tin line between vice and virtue; Beauty unlasting and will end soon, Fade in time and lost its final hue.
For Those Who Died
For those who died, I mourned and spilled a thousand tears, Where all remembrance cast and sadness roar; For heaven and hell, sacred option we surely fears, Send our pangs and woes in final soar.
To Rotted the Unholy Orchids [Carrion Lo...
Hear me! My first name is rotten, My second name is orchids; Can thou see my face moistened, Of lusterless crimson gore lurid.
To a Gaze Companion
Marvelous, when I meet thee, No overcast darkened my way; My gaze companion thou I see, Lead me through my darkest day.
To Lady Vanity
Lady vanity! Why thy heart love, but thy lips lie, From what the god had bestow; When thy though seem to die,
An Apologetic Bloom
To my dear sweetest contemporaries, My guilt to thee beyond words; When thou see my whim varies, A sweetest boon given by our lord.
To Twine an Apologetic Blossom
When a boy meets a girl? When the boy whim is over reacting? When the girl probably feels nothing? When the boy do something he thought is good?
To a Lady Prejudice
A lady named prejudice, What an unsincere fault; The biggest dose in family vices, Lurk in a hideous and haunted vault.
The Essence of C.L.N & The R.O.F
Dark and gloomy, Weird and scary; I’m probably a little bit crazy, Cause I’m not an angel or a fairy.
Sense of Guilty
Strange, I saw thee standing in the pouring rain, So quiet as the rain mingle with thy tears; Untouch by breezing cold that veil in pain, No expression yet eloquent, indeed without fears.
To a Lady Not Mine
Lady! In thee I saw perfection, Affection in a beauty of nature; Indeed, so mesmerize to be my adoration, Introduce me to thy painting love azure.
Mysterious lady! Suddenly thou arise, And sprung thy heart to me; Thy mystical words frown, truth-untruth, wise-unwise, Still a mystery until thou and I can see.
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Love Defiled [Answer to a beautiful poem entitled ‘Love Defined]
What love is, but an error,
Contagious in two egotistic mind,
Rising a malicious terror
For a veiling intention that unkind?
What is love, but a fear,
Covered in pure pathetic vow,
Which wrung the heart to spill a tear,
Leaving the soul disgrace below?
What is love, but a vassal,
Ruled by evil voices that murmur,
In malice aforethought abysmal,
But lurk by beauteous blur?
And what is love, but a tragedy,
Since Adam and Eve to Romeo and Juliet,
In love story of everlasting comedy,
Remnant of anguish silhouette?
So I ...