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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tale Of An Alley Cat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are effectuating things in the world<br>That makes you want to reside forever<br>Inside a conch shell's emollient whisper <br>Like the collision of acquiesced stares, <br>Or a bathe in her cold residing sweat<br>Or in a fountain of warm promises, <br>Or the memory of your fingers tinkering <br>With the resonance of wind chimes<br>As it desired to be entangled with a clandestine <br>Console bigger than the big screen<br>Until, the world topples into latticing alleys<br>And in every atrium of the heart<br>These lovely things encumbers the blood<br>And mold into loathsome reminiscences<br>And terrorizing acquaintances<br>For an astray alley cat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the moon hung by a taut noose<br>And the stars shiver with decadence<br>I take its toll, pummeled by emblematic senescence<br>And morph into an alley cat scavenging for melancholia<br>Benumbed to the wintry hostility of the night<br>From sleeping in wet rooftops or asphalts<br>And despondently cowering vicissitude's blight, <br>Tailored to the day's superfluity of infernal fire<br>Stalled in the spiteful stares of nonchalance; <br>And the face of melancholia I do prefer<br>Grazed pristinely in a dismal penumbra<br>And effervescent like the sporadic fireflies, <br>Which is unsurpassed by the entente <br>To a chrysalis of a constant stoic slumber.<br>And as I saunter past the elusive light<br>In the geodesy of my tales, I am an alley cat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would welter past the sundered edifices<br>Envisaging the distances of your lissome fingers<br>And reckoning how I can never fill the crevasses.<br>I see you in the puddles, by the shattered windows, <br>Or the daze beneath a flickering lamppost<br>You are always the mistral gale of the city<br>And the subtle denunciation that drove me<br>Into the filthiest cul-de-sacs of verve where<br>My moans could never reach your palms<br>As they attend to stellar lantern charms, <br>And the tempest rain never sojourns<br>Even if the clockwork of my human soul<br>Had long been devoured by the impasse, <br>Where the sun would never winnow and stay, <br>Where I deny the pangs of loving the city<br>From the breast to the pockets that had kept me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plead guilty for desiring you in plenitude <br>And don more of horrible humanity as I envision<br>Us lying on my bed, as I stroke your rasping hair<br>And sap the pulp of your redolence, in the least carnal fashion<br>Until you achieve a hiatus from the beating<br>Because before you built a city all over me<br>You were once a tatterdemalion alley cat<br>And I had loved your flaws yonder the perfection.<br>But even in my fanaticism, you were the cold rapine<br>Of my facilities, you were a burglar cat, or perhaps <br>A rapacious tigress and your lurking camouflage's the interstate<br>That I can never lose, for I can never have<br>Albeit, your fangs are still locked on my neck<br>Your heavy paws on my chest<br>I would only have my dying self<br>In your alleys, left to bled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abandoned by any feral pride<br>I have accustomed a life in your shadows<br>Hunting for the varmints, but not for starvation<br>Rather, for perseverance of my scarce territory<br>In the arms of the lovely city<br>That never heeded and cared for me.<br>The alley cat hollered for a hunger<br>For that part of himself that whittled and<br>Frittered away from the consciousness<br>In coming to loving you and not loving you<br>For in loving, you would know too much<br>Until you know too much that you do not know any more<br>And in these times where the tears would not come<br>To wash the qualms of a lost love; <br>That part of himself that had wafted too far<br>In the chagrined darkness of the interstate<br>The lion's valiance halts<br>And he becomes an alley cat.</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>
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Inside a conch shell's emollient whisper 
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