Telaestheticist

Projection is finding that only detractors are guilty of sin
Where faulting contingent extraneous factors about your own life
Results in a cleanly appearing absolving of burden or strife
Which only conceals all the rotting of conscience that happens within

It’s here that the narcissist thrives when they see all the flaws in our culture
Because it can only be others who taint it and warp it with lies
But lies upon lies only make for a fantasy through their own eyes
Which makes them the valiant hero when really they're only a vulture

These tomes transport our minds into a place
Removed from living’s ordinary pace
Both poetry and prose they make us cry
With words impressions find their wings to fly

The varied themes in words do tantalize
Between the lines with passion exercise
They speak to all the struggles that you know
Within a realm that only you can go

Within the gilded pages of a book
As visions with the open eyes to look
Upon the paper where the words were made
They fill our hearts with all our dreams displayed

These pages as they are they are a gift
Which we into our fantasies do drift

In this strange realm it seems there is no peace
A place where you’d not want to live or die
Above our heads the storms they do not cease
The darkened clouds they dominate the sky

But this the weather is not why I rue
I tell you now the world is not so flawed
It is in fact those mediocre few
That taint our world with pestilential fraud

The dark and grey reminds me of the heart
The nuances that life is really for
For all the pain in us that does depart
It still remains as memories evermore

Those people who engage in guile and hate
Who lie and steal our momentary bliss
They do not have a lonely, dreadful fate
Instead they have a life without abyss

The void is dark and has a lot to teach
Reminding us the meaning of our fears
By challenging perceptions out of reach
It shows us all is more than it appears

And through these lessons we embrace the night
We find a peace in things that are obscured
Though some react with ignorance and fright
We build upon the things that have endured

From darkened corners of my inner mind
With vicious hatred and a pain severe
Emmerges feelings of a beastly kind
That manifest from angst and greatest fear

From skin to bone they painfully create
A dwelling sense of fundamental grief
These adverse feelings they do not abate
They will maintain until I find relief

Frustration yeilds a vastly simpler thought
When its not found this feeling does abide
A semblance of control is what is sought
Within my heart resentment does reside

Its through acceptance of my feelings here
That I can live in balance without fear

The hanging grapes upon the verdent vine
Throughout the many lands in which its grown
Becomes the charming drink that is called wine
Indeed its quite the venture to be known

For women and for men it has been made
It's inspiration to assembled masses
To drink and to enjoy is how it's stayed
As its gladly poured into the glasses

With pleasure we do find it is to drink
And though it can be quite the awful bane
It warms our hearts and makes us want to think
Into our hearts and minds it will remain

A soulful pleasure it will always be
A greatly blessed comfort unto thee

To my father and my mother,
In my world there is no other,
Quite as giving or as true,
Or as caring, as you two.

Even through the paths unknown
You make sure I'm not alone;
In the troubles and mistakes,
You are here for both our sakes.

Loving in so many ways
Always there to give me praise
Giving guidance and respect
Splendid that we do connect

Full of purpose and devotion
Sending you my deep emotion
I am greatful to be yours
Allies that this son adores

It's my heart I do express
That I wish great happiness
For our family and you both
Know this is my solemn oath

He the joker plays the part
Making fooling quite the art
Jesting with a playful tone
His sharp wit is thusly shown

Speaking with a cheerful theme
Sometimes with a dopey scheme
Nonetheless a thoughtful fellow
Even when his mood is mellow

Oh the stories he recants
And the ways he often rants
Smiling widely with a grin
Its the fun we'll find him in

In his body is a thirst
Quenched by competition first
By the edge of knife and sword
Is the warrior explored

From the earnest of his motions
Are great passions and devotions
His are strong and quite astute
Clear of doubt and resolute

In his heart is where you'll find
That his character's aligned
With his vigor and control
That of honor is his goal