Life in Poetry

 https://youtu.be/xfvtPTvuFTA Poets of the Fall -- Drama for Life 

https://youtu.be/biZpPNzt3II Poets of the Fall -- Choice Millionaire 

https://youtu.be/di7NMssrqsE Poets of the Fall -- Daze 

https://youtu.be/I2PmwSgkHUI Poets of the Fall -- Can you hear me 

https://youtu.be/0f_hewSrAH4 Poets of the Fall -- War 

https://youtu.be/f2-HOaIO7Wg Poets of the Fall -- Dream you Wide Awake

The Figures of Speechless screeches, envisioning a safer tomorrow -- what business does I fare thus! The Poet lives for the Danger, shaking the Tree of Knowledge for the Root of Evil and Wormwoods Vinegar pinch taste. Bleading the blenders dismay, what others thought patterns agreed and concented; policed together from Ivory tower E-defiance, what a single Rapuntzel could thwart hairsplicing even.

An Avocado raided my Bill of Rights, while a Kiwi trotted my flat earthed worldrueing plans. Nothing but a sinister Lime, slandering the missing translations of Artist and Audience, the newground AA confederacy unwinded from each-other, winging with mourning Drew, Sunkissed by the Gatekeepers smokescreened tears, what there too fake to not be True! Exclaiming on the inhailed Vigor mortis stain. 

Picturing the Perfect Storms, what got away, as the Munroe Doctrines X-Factor auditions, there looking for the next Dramaqueen, who is gay enough but not queer. Rules are meant to be broken, especially self-imposed implores, overtaking the sonore, for the sake of bleaching out devils from the Wall, never stoned into that Monastery, to keep it from falling in. A Femme Banale could do the trick though...

Life is Poetry out of powerty, then covetous bigotry meets your destiny. Willing all your rhymes and limerick, what got blurted into a Sonnet, scratching out the profane processions, to find shining angelic armor -- arborists Ent in the fervent denial, to not relent from the saving Grace to the Worlds Pretended Rend, what trended in tender silver-endings. I traced the wraiths and ghouls to Rashomon discerning -- 

What on Earth could account, what Poetry could not give? Sold on the notion of Dazed and Confuzed; to scold the forebodings of wise Crows, who caught too much golddust, rust in the combustion of their Just. Lustice had a say, mixxing up some letters and giving new meaning to old words -- many scrapes goad the Poet, while not paving their Soul to meet the Hell's deep throat and anxious darkness. 

What can a synic meme, when you're not invested in anything, but gilded parachutes warding you away of Danger? True Poetry begets, there your one foot is in the Dragons nostrils and the other on the white knights blade, what was lying on the ground. What does taste have anything to do, if you got something to slay in the minds flytraps of the common sheeple! Just show the mirror to the broken and unfazed...  

Listen to your Madness, not those lecherous Critics in Concerned Conservatories, selfserving their own ineptitudes, they wanna read inbetween your lines...  Everybody wants to rouse the World, while not giving anything back for the times!! Wanton detrimenting for the sake of earning shortterm gains, what latter kings have to iron out with their heads under the Guillotine. Give in your Life -- Poetry!!