Left And Lost Poem by Paul Amrod

In the forests of oblivion we search and meander for orientation.
The scrambling for direction has frozen the natural fluctuation
simplifying the evolution unfolding a crystal perception.
Philosophizing an artistic flourish to spread beyond all horizons
encircling our bounteous, sumptuous and visionary conceptions.
Exuding an optimistic cascade of emotional waterfalls we sun
ourselves amidst the scenery of tropical plants splendrously enchanted.
Distinguishing the alternative processes we witness the antipathy
of a general prognosis that irritatingly disturbs us empty-handed.
Hearing the grievances of the commonplace awakens the salt of the Earth
to recite of these verses and exchange their dissatisfactions for sympathy.
Harken their questions as a warning and a pining for the recognition of their worth.
Left and lost without a future or a past
We have squandered our sanctity swallowed by vanity.
Christ when will you come and save this world of ours
We are pining for your presence or is life some symbolistic fairy-tale?
Left and lost without a trace at last
We cannot return through our astrology
or salvage our precious ecology.
God what happened to our promised benefits?
Through faith and charity we should have blindly prevailed.
Passively filled with propriety as an example for society
Nevertheless we cannot accept this barbarous and brutal cruelty
Vultures soar above us quicker than our rapturous melody
Confusing our enthusiasm bringing us a delirious melancholic reverie
Was the technical wonder an excuse for the progress of prejudice?
We stand like Apollo on this glorious mountain and the wind is blowing victoriously
Whipping trees like feathers with no wings to lift our spirits through
destroying our contentment as the weather sings its blustery blues.
Left and lost without a mentor to guide us
We regain a sense of community to abide us
Smoke is more dangerous than hell’s fire which rises like a monstrosity
warning us of the coming nightmare as His Holy Name we plea.
As their testament has been clearly stated we have their wisdom and choose
to envelop ourselves in a prenatal position petitioning with emphasis
for the resolution of a tragic remembrance of our golden opportunity
to embrace humanism and hallow these merciful souls of simplicity.
Enacting a series of sonorous fanfares provoking a prolific philanthropist
we activate the hidden energies within a charismatic naivety
innovatively restoring the stairwell of our prayers though metamorphosis.
Indeed the imploring masses will find an audience with an ethereal inspirationist
who will welcome our selfless offer and bring the cherubs beside us.