This is my version of the gutter for other ears to receive. What is yours?
Where should I begin in trying to describe this fantastic place?
***
The gutter's the home
Of my imagination.
I shall give you a more distinct
Definition of the word home?
It is different from just
The place you dwell in.
A home is the place where
You are comfortable. A place
That you endeavor.
This is the gutter for me.
Am I overly sappy? I am permitted
To do so in the gutter.
The gutter is indeed my home.
The isolated island in the sea.
This, a sea of shattered dreams.
The sea is a deep and bottomless one,
Treacherous to those without heart.
I venture there when I must
But I much prefer the adventures
Of the fertile island of hopes.
All that exists is things
That you cannot grasp.
Untouchable.
Sumptuous but utterly untouchable.
I can see all I imagine so clearly
But I am never to touch it.
The tall trees of immeasurable girth
Are like ashes. They fall
To the will of the wind.
The structures of the gutter
Where in I happen to live.
They are the finest,
Always this is so.
Sweeping stairwells draped
In voluptuous heaps
Of rose petals to soften
The steps of a harmonious gait.
In the halls of the opulent
Mansion of my gutter
There splayed across the walls
Are murals of grand depicting.
Placed in no random order
These designs of monstrous scale
Vividly detailing the history
Of my soul. Fiery depths of
Hellish nightmares fare meekly
In protests to the ideals
And the virtues symbolized
In a wealth of colors. Angels
Of my dreams smile at me from
The corners of said halls.
Skies of deepest blue remain
an indelible part of the whole.
What a supernal vision to encounter.
These paintings in the hall.
But the things which fill my dreams
much more than the place I can imagine
is the key details of my impregnable
hopes so not easily shattered.
No matter in which room you seek
always will you meet
a character of great character
who presents to me a perfect
sanity.
***
I did not do this half as well as I would have liked to do it. It is bogus. I want to learn to write better. I would prefer to have something more comprehensible. I tell you what. I will write another chapter to this. In that chapter I will have a better description that is much less cryptic and containing more vivid details. How does that float with you?
Where should I begin in trying to describe this fantastic place?
***
The gutter's the home
Of my imagination.
I shall give you a more distinct
Definition of the word home?
It is different from just
The place you dwell in.
A home is the place where
You are comfortable. A place
That you endeavor.
This is the gutter for me.
Am I overly sappy? I am permitted
To do so in the gutter.
The gutter is indeed my home.
The isolated island in the sea.
This, a sea of shattered dreams.
The sea is a deep and bottomless one,
Treacherous to those without heart.
I venture there when I must
But I much prefer the adventures
Of the fertile island of hopes.
All that exists is things
That you cannot grasp.
Untouchable.
Sumptuous but utterly untouchable.
I can see all I imagine so clearly
But I am never to touch it.
The tall trees of immeasurable girth
Are like ashes. They fall
To the will of the wind.
The structures of the gutter
Where in I happen to live.
They are the finest,
Always this is so.
Sweeping stairwells draped
In voluptuous heaps
Of rose petals to soften
The steps of a harmonious gait.
In the halls of the opulent
Mansion of my gutter
There splayed across the walls
Are murals of grand depicting.
Placed in no random order
These designs of monstrous scale
Vividly detailing the history
Of my soul. Fiery depths of
Hellish nightmares fare meekly
In protests to the ideals
And the virtues symbolized
In a wealth of colors. Angels
Of my dreams smile at me from
The corners of said halls.
Skies of deepest blue remain
an indelible part of the whole.
What a supernal vision to encounter.
These paintings in the hall.
But the things which fill my dreams
much more than the place I can imagine
is the key details of my impregnable
hopes so not easily shattered.
No matter in which room you seek
always will you meet
a character of great character
who presents to me a perfect
sanity.
***
I did not do this half as well as I would have liked to do it. It is bogus. I want to learn to write better. I would prefer to have something more comprehensible. I tell you what. I will write another chapter to this. In that chapter I will have a better description that is much less cryptic and containing more vivid details. How does that float with you?