Narcisolidarities - Rose Blanche II

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 Rose Blanche - Poem Collection II

Narcisolidarities

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Evil of evils, first a growing hate now an ego unchecked. Such a topic is what I ceded to follow and collect, this time… Of course. Dear me, I solemnly hope that you can enjoy, such, sick…? Bitter…? Toxic… Yes, such toxic delectables– Of which have been, by yours truly, plucked from the minds of, including yours truly, ego-fueled maniacs. 


Farewell~


- Rose Blanche


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I - Regards Tu, Yourself


The self suffices night and day

Of a matter egocentral

Felling thy imagical grandeurs

So contradicting to le soi

A doer, pursuer of ‘ceited endeavour

à la vain-fulls chasing joy


Je t'aime to adieu, spoken easy

Oh you, looking fine, mercy willing

Aime de soi wraps a knock

‘Cept the door stays unlocked

Lover’s nothings suffocating

Reads like romance of a killing


Persona is meagre, a mess

Mes dieu, so self impressed

Eyeing sin with tantric goals

Oh I hate to see you go

Yet doubt not the audience

For they watch omniscient


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II - Hearts Cavalier


Kneel not to the heart of cavaliering

Loving so does dreadly marr guarantee

That I say of the soul and the body

Tis inviting of a blighting cruel and eerie


Now. With my stand I decree


Coffin nail so in thine head

You shall fear it solely dead

That to hate it is smart-led

Such paths away become good tread


Now only base hearts will instead

Give it patron and whole bread

Such to sate till it beats red

And then caretake it as if wed


Yet one thing must be said

The thing devours like a pred

For it is loathsome and hate-bred

A parasitic with no med


I do say. I do say!


Cavalier chevaliers fight unfair

Egomania, their sweet little prayer


Sword of honey

Shield of wine

Smile of sanguine

Smart of crime

Rounded off with slow-burning misanthropical minds


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III - Esteem as a Faux


Perfection non-attained, judged as guilty

The ‘fect of a worth and a weigh

Cast not a lament to a finale now sown

Tell within only forth by a prefect alone

But in truth it is you that takes blame


Artest thou like to hear only sweeting…?

…Or thou kindred to sycophant fealties?


Granted, In keeping a lie and the truth

Bounds ones fated break into pieces

Désolé, oh good lord! To await it

Stillwater and fog cloud the grief

…

Oh poor you, cry much more, it does please~


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IV - The Battle Loyale


To crown loyal men who keep good seating

Accord with foolish thinkers which live low

Careers of learnèd fellows stay competing

Regard the fool than they who better know


I say resign yourself to mannerism

Finesse and stress in ev’ry spoken phrase

Depict the fool as full of symbolism

Within a court now drunk in sweetened haze


To orchestrate a monstrous fate for foe

Deface all basis for the learnèd few

Beget the fool to kill all those who know

What is known bad shall be the good and new


Tis the battle strategic

Of pawn played king

And the player himself...

So whomever does win

Is the best man in hell

And I wish that evil bastard… 

…Be well, be well!


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V - Sycophantasy


Doth ones dream of serving lifelong?

Else it be thy want in masque-like guise?


As if thinking of self is an inherent in fall

Be it in fatalist heights or little to none

Hesitation to haunt stays forever as one

Only in dreams ever onward it bring

The darkness beholding the terrible thing

It that spoke to and rebuked thee

Lamented and praised as if wholly to see

Countenance secular liken as subjugator

Repeating ‘mination did speak the degenerator

Vitiating and dirting that land never clean

Yet not once as filth-full as it since has been

Such in exposure did much cry till its death

None other the salient humanly breath

Which cross’d once upon and vivified all


Mayst thou love your master true?

Be it in service thine deservèd ascendance?


Pity you greatly I deign myself do

Grievously thinking all this wards bliss

Killing softly my curses and bidding adieu

Unlike me, reminded, you truly deserve this


So goodbye…


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VI - Living À L'étiage


Soft rain mists do widespread across

Low tides yet bellow abrasively dark

Deluge relentless like queen obscurité 

Leave living echoed mem’ries of death


Hail husks of living who would ego abide

Lay ‘pon the river where be the blacktide


Deep ‘dom calms thy gathers from vain

Waters oust vainful sickness on the brain


C'est la vie, all that perished we mourn

C'est magnifique, ye whom perfect reborn


Freest the mind baptised by the deep

Slain rightly to be revived like ‘foresaid

L'eau queen renders love of knowing

The self exalt now returned its rest


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VII - Rose Blanc


Arisen fateful’s garden

Ole’ fraternité de fatalis

Thine show, a masterclass

Tres bien! So masses laugh-

-Cry, or cheer, or see

Blanche roses dreaming fancy

Those splendid glasslike ‘mancies

Lo’ eye in sky fantasies

Render real yet unhappy…

Rêve and reverie!

I love thee, je t'aime~

For pleasure, for pain

Mon ami it’s all the same

From misery… Agony... 

A vision faux shall beeth

To me, above ye, spectacle created!


Yet understand now…

Pure flowers are white

Like the ‘tenance of blight!

And ‘tween living to die

Or dying to stay alive

Look upon me and see

Eitherway is alright…

Thy shall envy it all!

Come to know I am to thank

For mayst it be that

None are as à la mode

Or possessing half as good wit

As the purest fleurette

As me-

-For forever!

Je suis le Rose blanc~


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VIII - Narcissistic Solidarity


Yes guilty and indicted

From the mirror to canvas

Well loving’s never easy

Yet a challenge shan’t divide us


Superficiel-! All the way~

I say do not be afraid

Glory deserves such a name

Name like yours, that’s the play


Sip with greed, s’not a crime

To enjoy vintage wines

Oh! Special so evermore

If the semblance is yours


Portrait perfect, with a smile

Yous a muse bleeding style

Hang it up, amuse awhile

No one looks as good as I…


So look upon us dear star

As brothers in human art~

Ego-full kind of bonds

Beeth best to hold on


Narcissique! They will cry

Devil’s vain is your sin!

The poor ugly flies…

We shall not let them in


The more the merrier!

Our solidarity is like cake

For better than just one sweet?

Be a buffet of battered make~


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Fufu, I do truly hope you enjoyed~

- Rose Blanche

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