Best Poem of T. M. Isaac

Words Are Doomed To Fail
These words, I know, are saturated with pyrite luminescence,
Bathing in that golden taint of faded essence;
Have I had only the resolve to let you know how I truly feel,
Free from the constraints of myopic metaphors,
coated with delirious gold,
I might have told you that I love you while it mattered.

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Perhaps, after all, it's nothing but a ruptured artifice;
A misconstrued prism formed of fractured isms.
It could as well, of-course, be nothing more than art at ease,
A pseudo-lust conceived with nihilism.

The joys of burlap ambrosial virility,
Emit an overwhelming puss-like fragrance,
An encumbrance . . .
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