Bizarre Cement Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

With a harsh melancholy
the stillness spat out a faint bass
murmur as to fascinate the ears & eyes
surrounding it, the room teased with a long pause
Resuscitating the reactions to speak & be heard
what kept the translation.............. was beautiful
each motion breathed a sequence which birthed
a trend that spread evenly as colors do in a room
of mirrors, each pattern became organic and grew
with taste almost effortlessly, chaotic in shape
& romantic in reason, the stillness was no more
for the air salivated in its hungry embrace,
the walls trembled & fluttered as passion bled
the canals of daydreams onto the floor,
below it all, screams & breaths were brief
with words a frenzy, questions loomed over the room
& again minutes and hours became discreet
to the ruin and creation that hung from its hands
dwell on this harsh, melancholy
in the quiet madness that lives between the
strain of your window frame.....