Dreary Day, Bluesy Night Poem by Paul Amrod

Dreary day, weary fight, loosely played on this dark bluesy night.
Misery, demise me, I'm so lonely I can't even see.
Common good reflects a solitary memory.
The demon's wood lies burning, discerning the plight
reassessing the dilemma as we ward off the flood
piling sandbags against it hectically with a feverish blood.
The looming nightmare writes its script while slumber
is fathomless many miles from the oncoming treachery
which rumbles underneath the ice with a devilish thud.
The imminent failure resumes its terror as a blunder
materializes in gray matter with the future in jeopardy
befuddling the bystanders all staring in wonder.
Dreary day, weary fight, finding recluse with some soft candlelight
Sail off on a starship through the whiter pale of a meadowlark
alleviating the immediate worrisome exposition as dark as umber.
Arriving is the will of escaping from the bounds of a penitentiary
which imposes no freedom of thought or blatant remarks.
Sifting through the cobwebs of an absurd commentary
to formulate your comments to eradicate the oligarch.
It is once again a dreary day with fog creeping through the park.
Was the clarification simply hearsay or words a prophets writes?
We will purge through mountains of sand to find the new-born clay
and muster the strength to proclaim the sunrise to ultimately encumber
the nonsensical idiocies and salvage our sanity with puissance.
Absolving ourselves from the permanence of this state of trance
to enfranchise our fantasy to awaken from this irritation and disarray.
The healing powers through a meditative sequence will prevail
as we meander through a dreamlike constellation to advance
until the carnate flesh is as spiritual as a phoenix's breath,
resurrecting blamelessly through our intent, defying death.
Inheritably marveled through an innovatively creative quest
we are an innocently gorgeous suckling at our mother's breast.
The courage to engender the purity of expression entails
an incitement of definite purpose which we heartily display.
Keep shining the festive lights with fireworks and comets' tails
streaking passionately across the empyrean skies to entrance
the immaculate reception of impressions and interplay.
It is a weary and woesome challenge that inspires to unveil
the hidden secrets amongst the voices which never rest
sending their memorandum of comfort to countervail
the doldrums of boredom with gestures of hope perchance.
We thwart the provocations exposing the annoyance
which perpetrates the false code of life and existence.
As the embryo conceived its voyage amidst others in behalf
of the newly-founded he dismissed all patterns of nuisance.
He suffered only for a grim second then he commenced to laugh
overjoyed at his benefaction of health with heaven's reverie.
The archangels guided his path through his wonderful matriarch
soothed and comforted through an awesome journey and destiny.
Reflective of all of our creator's parameters and possibilities
we summon the muses to appear as we tenderly inhale.
We beseech Persephone to exemplify her personal experiences
in the grasp of the devil six months a year surrounded by dark
bringing us to become more aware of her contrasts and versatility.
We then contemplate to conjure the nocturnal complexity
giving birth to a world of mysterious and glorious nuance
to embolden the imagination of a superlative choreograph.
In his ultimate craft images will be provoked to magically avail
a series of movements describing solutions so evolutionary.
Eventually the dreary night will be transformed into a tale
of sumptuous eloquence captured in his lavishing dance.