<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am A Multitude</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand underneath the white light<br>and it casted a myriad of shadows<br>from the blasé holding me together: <br>who am I amongst these multitude? <br>And if I found out whom, where should I go<br>to brave and smite all these incertitudes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ennui sits on my stomach with a weight<br>of a royalty commanding my veins<br>to shut and it pilfers every gilded sheen<br>that excites my slumbering faith -<br>and this king I spoke off, he rules<br>like a tyrrant over my realms<br>because he is my supressed reflection <br>with an army of arrogant derision</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A jester paints his face with a grin<br>that beckons and pulls hearty strings<br>and everyone will look at him with<br>pleasure of comic disbelief: why would he<br>make a flamboyant blackhole of bane<br>out of himself just to be one of the pieces<br>of the jigsaw puzzle trying to fit together? <br>I wish I could solve my own qualms<br>and rid myself of this harlequin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man stands amidst these predicaments<br>with a mistral air of nonchalance<br>and his neutrality is too austere<br>that his sinewy flesh had grown hard<br>like a deadman stone reckoning the memories<br>of a man once amongst the living<br>suddenly banished out of reality<br>and in this stone my name is etched<br>withering without a flower on the grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the enamored bard who once<br>filled the moonlit skylines with<br>florid songs of saccharine lies<br>that the populace fancied to believe<br>that even his caprices and whims<br>out of the most pervasive disease<br>is called to be romantic; he who was<br>long reclused of his own banquet<br>still manifested himself to beckon me<br>of what these bruises constitute off</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These superfluous entity is a chain<br>that moors the vessel from the bludgeons<br>of the sweet waves to ferry one home<br>and I cannot rival what I am, because as I<br>inveigle myself to take this pen and write <br>about this flustering trepidation in the dark<br>chasms of my ruptured sense of being<br>I cast another penumbra that shall<br>join the platoon of my inconsistency</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471315" data-title="I Am A Multitude de Norman Santos" data-description="I stand underneath the white light and it casted a myriad of shadows from the blasé holding me together: who am I amongst these multitude? And if I found out whom, where should I go to brave and smite all these incertitudes? Ennui sits on my ..."></div> </div> </div>

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