mrrenegade

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I am just a struggler who often gets lost in the echoes of his own failures...

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  • mrrenegade 3d

    Think about it....

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    Indefinite

    amidst a crippling storm,a shadowy dolorous gasp ascending towards the bickering zenith and it saturates the delerious destruction from the deep within by resurrecting a formidable frenzy of a thunderous clasp....

    With the volatile sweep of the pneumatic scythes,the creepers jestering in maddening preponderance...the insipid arrows spear through the green aspirant enigmas,the droplets are stimulating the miniscule fragments of the nether world!!!

    Once a gladsome nameless spoke is now a perceptible icon of dejection as she lost her nest along with all her nestlings for whom she strived through out the inexorable season: the anguish deepening in her heart streaming like a gushing river galloping the hindering stony corpses one after another...

    that lachrymal daw just happens to be realised that the unavoidable compromisation doesn't come from the nature but from the creatures themselves as their vulnerability is not only unprecedented but also encyclopedic as a much expected more violent gale echoing through every fragment
    of her glacial heart....

    does any heartfelt rain has the audacity to quench that perpetual burn???

    does the universality of agony seem to be only a wholesome triviality???

    or

    in the prominence of nature,is the unjust cleansing is actually a justifying purge???

    Well, the answers will always turn out to be outrageously indefinite.... always.......
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 3d

    Death strikes....

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    Forbidden Rubicon

    The desperation in life necessitates the death to be taken over....
    The ever lasting torment longs for a vogue of deliverance.... from the wreakage of dreams, there comes a dirge of
    atonement, although, the sin is indiscernible and all the good deeds are negligible...

    only a form of senseless rigidity can be felt all across the perpetuity,as if the sentience getting immobilzed by a deplorable seance of vacuity....
    as if the liquid melancholy getting adorned by the blackened serenity....

    in between the fallacious prominence, thousands of sullen temperament crosses the forbidden rubicon...in between these impervious providence a ubiquitous insensateness descends...
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 5w

    Humans: a tragedy...

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    Dehumanisation

    Human civilization: A grinding pit as it's every freckle is stained with the blood of the martyrs...
    The ever punishing ropes hanging from the gallows
    Or,
    the penitentiary lulls the silhouette of the past castrations....
    Or,
    the guns loaded and cocked being readied for hunting down the dissentients....
    Or,
    the very prison ground getting hallowed by the blood of revolutionaries:
    Everything shapes up a civilised mockery for the ground zero of afflicting contortion has always been breathing within this miasmic facade and
    the progression of oppression is what the human providence has been bestowed with as this civilization turning out to be more heartless than anything....

    Heroes die unheroic death and often the jargons of villainy perpetrates against their stupendous rebellion....
    The faith in divinity corrupts the innocence of men and therefore, bigotry precedes with the death like vicegrip choking the life out of humble rationalists:
    this is how inhumanity consumes apathy and solidarity....

    this is how the blindfolded belief system corresponds to immorality....

    The colour of the skin obnoxiously represents the superiority or inferiority and gives one elitist horde the authority of enslaving other...

    The freedom, nevertheless a product of struggle as it has never been given,nor been handed over...
    And
    those who fight for the freedom tending to be the terrorists to the nations....to the masses where
    the real oppressors hiding in marksman's shrouds looking at them through their crosshairs:

    The primal deceptors waging dehumanisation....
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 9w

    War and the beholder....

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    Absconded Narrative

    A panicked conscience witnessing an improbable strangulation:a macabre tremor that crumbles spines as the fuming artilleries barraging over dirt laden stick figures.......
    All the disfigurement of the charred omnipotence,the bogs full of human testimony: the entrails sizzle over the boiling mud...... the severed body parts revealing the inner sanctum of warfare
    and
    spewing the truth: the real heroes are meant to die....

    A troubled conscience witnessing this utter violence until the blood vessels of both of his eyes are about to burst......
    The fidgeting bipeds get their collateral parting baksheesh...
    A stench of putrefaction unraveling a dauntless abomination that slowly consumes all the deathless abundance into abyssic articulation
    But,
    the appaling questions remains unanswered:

    Where are those scoundrels who decided to wage a war???

    Why do these innocent individuals intending to kill each other on behalf of some crooked dictators???

    Why do those bastards get to dictate the arts of murdering each other from their extravagant abode without shedding a single drop of blood???

    Why do we embellish our dead with the meaningless jewelleries and medals of dereliction???

    The recedues of gun powder designed all of that this human faculty has to offer

    And a mere condescending void steps in to silence those transient beholders turning into questioners through out the centuries....

    through out the course of the absconded narrative...
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 12w

    Death awaits....

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    The Valedictory Complication

    Death: the retribution,
    the subtle rigidity,
    the final gasp for a
    dimensional aghast!!

    The beckoning helplessness coiling in its every hovel of dominance...
    The ripened blemish slowly consuming the efforts of imploration for it is an unmerciful enigma......a deadly concoction of visceral bain that methodically corrupts the efficacy of evermore while dealing a great amount of embezzlement of tributary riches...

    In fiery pit of nescience,
    the ashen reluctance gleams through the fumes of solicitation where some corpses are being burdened by an earthy posterity....

    All that has been borrowed is returned to the same ministry of benefactor...

    All dreads of life have been subjugated by a lifeless choir for an eter of existence patiently awaits for each of us
    to strike us down with the final problem:


    the valedictory complication....
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 13w

    Sorry for being absent for a while....

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    Sullen world

    I sleep embracing these thorny monologue seeping through my dissolving marrow....
    The distant hamlet where the charades of earthy affairs have been conveyed in an intriguing fashion,
    Although,
    They have no power over my unending slumber...
    The lively figures quarreling, working or prancing with overjoyous emancipation
    squandering their every formidable breath unto the beguiling sacrament hardly notice my faraway resting abode......
    I,an ancient trepidation still seeking a companion amidst this trembling insinuation....
    But, this perpetual veil over my hollow eyes rejecting my plea of emancipation....
    This earth corroding my bones creeping through a tender embrace: I conceive its overpowering contour as a benevolent infection....
    I will eventually turn into the crust of this mystifying orb but
    that embalming strait does not get a lachrymal commemoration for
    this sullen world keep spinning around its pivot of indifference......

    this sullen world never gets exhausted while devouring life....
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 16w

    Me and my melancholy...

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    Apparition

    My bleak vision beckoning an aphasic entrophy at the bustling of the world...... the same world that embraces impudence of a vague attenuation.....the same world that loves to scrounge the congestion off of a man while leaving him with the dimension full of destitution...

    The shards of laughter evidently make my ears bleed: the magnanimous dreamers of distant epochs who hoarde all the playful serenade chirping with each other
    but
    the departing gift of gloom forcing me away from all that spectral vivacity for all I can witness is empty concrete banter clasping this dietetic necropolis...

    The red breasted lovebirds wearing hearts on their sleeves bewitching the milieu with a sweetened melancholy....... they prattle,they mark their absconded territory with love sick cacophony
    But,
    I never get to receive any wave of endearment in my parched cage....

    I walk on this earth as if an unbodied visceral ghoul plodding shadowlessly on the visage of a splenetic graveyard as I keep
    walking the walk of a dimmish apparition....

    The silhouette of physical abundance is mocked by a comatose of miasmic dilapidation....
    I seeming to be a whistling wraith or just a jaunty apparition!!!
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 17w

    An urban decree embodying natural anthology...

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    Reminiscing Nature...

    Red red abundance amid an urban simulation: the renewal of rollicking spur....
    The vexatious vista that is about to adorn a novel dawn has been lurking into the fumes of depletion:
    The season of fall rears the ever pulsating vulnerability in a ghastly elegance...

    The ever winding pathway lying in absentia for its black prominence never attracts the transient passersby....
    Only the neglect to gather...
    Only the burden of impassivity to be pondered about....
    The ever sanguine tapestry or the patrician firmament also remaining the same!!!!
    They never see through its concrete sufferance and never will: how does a sepulchral heart beat through a substantive countenance!!!??

    How does a persevering trail of neptunian toil presiding alone???
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 18w

    We are all busy...... aren't we???!!!

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    Everyone's busy...

    Everyone's busy with their desiduous chores until their contagious rhetorical pride gets a whole new meaning...
    Everyone's busy with their fascinating worldviews until they no longer get the tentative attention...
    Everyone's busy awaiting the final enigma that will sprawl them into oblivion..
    Everyone's busy bolstering about their mere judgemental allusion regarding how conspicuous are they when it comes to be acquainted with the thin line between perfection and mediocrity....
    Everyone's busy until their mainstream dignity turns into a sleepless midnight chaos...
    Everyone's busy hiding their scars while submitting themselves to the epic morbidity of this futile society...
    Everyone's busy denying the infection of solitude that they often bear onto the back of their bustling outer shells...
    Everyone's busy occupying senses of the other: the truant relation between a devourer and the peripheral objects of consumption....
    Everyone's busy ignoring the prenatal suicidal tendencies that solicits the gallant reception of affliction in the course of our voracious umbilical separation...
    Everyone's busy until the elapsed hope touches the visceral vacuity for the last last time....
    Everyone's busy living until the suspended vitality renders a dimension of death....
    Everyone's busy until the lopsided funerary fumes reclaims them.......until death whispers a lullaby to their apathetic ears....
    ©mrrenegade

  • mrrenegade 20w

    Isn't it strange???

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    Charades of unknowing

    The perpetual syntax of a prolonging diatribe will cease at a prognostic hour of a fateful day as our existential credibility unto the timely provision getting short-lived with each of our condescending sighs.......
    The known vociferation seeming to be all alike: the chirping of unapologetic warblers, the mourning of a half besieged sanguine waterfall, the aspiring derangement of trifling children with tattered clothes, the monotony of the droplets from a tainted downpour on dignified vigils..... everything...... everything rears a primeval prejudice....... everything tends to be oscillating between indolence and cognition......
    The gates of slumber remaining unobstructed until the summation of subsistence starts gathering the moss of dereliction around its preponderance......
    However, not every flurry of sleep vitiates our competency of consciousness....not every annal of sanguinary conflict is worthoozing a tear of tenuity.....
    The answer from finality in terms of conundrum of existentialism serving a purposeful frivolity stating,the more we know,the more we get devoured by the charades of unknowing......
    and
    the more we feel,the more there is left to conceive....
    ©mrrenegade