I recommend you read it carefully so you can try to understand my own thoughts…and tell me if you think is Hall of Fame material...
The writings of an Immortal soul
In my own lustful greed for perfection I need to possess inside poetic seed,
Disowning majority’s creed…a damned mind to live by an ascetic believe,
The only true art comes from spiritual bleed,what heart thru pain can conceive,
Living in the shadow of rationality in quest for a perceptive spirituality,
Filtering thru my soul reality,I adapt its inanity thru presumptive mentality,
Pleading for a lost concept of eternality,I feel pounding in me ephemerality,
As I melt away in time and space I interlace different visions on living,
I race to a point I’m imprisoned in dreaming and then retrace to the beginning,
Collapse within myself like a dieing nova and spawn a heavier core,
I now once again explore my inner thoughts again just to furthermore
Fall inside my evermore pain for writing, crawling in vain inside of me,
What was not said before…a whispery voice calm as the aureole,
Spoken softly: nevermore…………………………….nevermore…
But I still linger in that which makes my heart shiver like body entrapped by fever,
Sometimes tumultuous like a mountain river, my inner soul of a nonbeliever,
Believes in that which tends to perfection…purified by the mirror reflection,
Thoughts wander in every direction in my internal eternal insurrection,
I am just a thought…the response to a question about infinite aspiration,
The forsaken depths of my mind have sealed the truth from my own soul,
I am just an epigone…I now drone in the emptiness of my spiritual home,
I am just an answer…the response to the impossibility of a paragon,
…A cancer devours me from deep within my own soul because now I know,
I am nothing but a passing shadow in the infinite deepness of the Time,
I am just a thought…just a smile…just a moment in the eternity of Time…
Perfection it’s out of reach…all that I can do is enrich with my every hemistich,
I am just a wave crushing on the beach…………I am just a hair of grass,
I am just a grain a sand in Time’s infinite Hourglass……………………
Under the cloak of Time all falls apart except for pure creations of art,
Passing down unwritten in the mind but echoing slow in the beholder’s heart,
Perfection never to be my own…But Immortality to have in your soul…