When the night grows cold, the stories once told
of brazen faith so bold and values now sold.
It's dragging me old
The naked eye - was covered in lullabies
and blatant white lies; hog-washed and
streamlined to fit the biases and vies...
Still I will hold on to you - no hardship
shall keep me due; within the anxious blue
unwind and blue!
No matter the cost nor consequence;
my thirst for your love shall not be quenched.
I will reach for you - breech any border and sentence!
When the day grows hot; so many are thot;
like on a barrel run and a lucky six shot.
More angels and demons than eyes got...
I will hold my course, and remember you love;
my subtle meek turtledove may the fates taste but hoarse.
I wont forget this solemn vow nor your love remorse!
Monday, January 28, 2019
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Black eyes matter
Like a fist in the eye; like a knife in the back;
shaking the hand while left-handed holding the axe...
Right wings want order - left leaving for peace,
center is open for debate but out of league.
The record like a math problem out of track.
The verdict has been rendered Johnny Storm dealt with;
angry smurfs on a rampage over crimes against NPC's.
What is it to wreck Dodge Vipers and tread on their strife.
Another mans rape victim is someone elves waif!
Behind some dark throne siblings even intervene...
What is right or wrong can be said inside a boundary of rules;
those who stand aside can't play the game and judge abuse.
Socket players know it all - jurors on the couch confine;
nothing more bittersweet than vengeance and interest collides.
As little birds tweets about diamonds in thiers stomach accuse!
What is at hand more worthy, than what is on the roof;
what you let go, cant fly back to you, just like an arrow!
The wizards are folly the wise men set aloof.
The bark of the tree invents himself the dog and its woof;
nobody gives a fuck for compassion censored to Gallows!
Black eyes matter; tears and tatters even more;
acid and venom, bones shattered asking for underscore...
Over the margin and under the hills and dungeons;
some treasures should be left unsought - mansions
endangered... by greed and vice alone shall be rinsed to sores!
shaking the hand while left-handed holding the axe...
Right wings want order - left leaving for peace,
center is open for debate but out of league.
The record like a math problem out of track.
The verdict has been rendered Johnny Storm dealt with;
angry smurfs on a rampage over crimes against NPC's.
What is it to wreck Dodge Vipers and tread on their strife.
Another mans rape victim is someone elves waif!
Behind some dark throne siblings even intervene...
What is right or wrong can be said inside a boundary of rules;
those who stand aside can't play the game and judge abuse.
Socket players know it all - jurors on the couch confine;
nothing more bittersweet than vengeance and interest collides.
As little birds tweets about diamonds in thiers stomach accuse!
What is at hand more worthy, than what is on the roof;
what you let go, cant fly back to you, just like an arrow!
The wizards are folly the wise men set aloof.
The bark of the tree invents himself the dog and its woof;
nobody gives a fuck for compassion censored to Gallows!
Black eyes matter; tears and tatters even more;
acid and venom, bones shattered asking for underscore...
Over the margin and under the hills and dungeons;
some treasures should be left unsought - mansions
endangered... by greed and vice alone shall be rinsed to sores!
Rend in Piece
I was pretending to be dropped dead on record
while born to be wild and unhinged. My cardiac arrest
was fond of 50 shades of Gray's Anatomy merged
with Dr. Moreau's island, the abridged version 3.07
Was at peace with myself and I was quite thrilled
to say the least. The mouthpiece of the endangered
meme was a handful of crap playing Black Sunday
while figure-skating with Pearl Harbor and Waterloo
What makes some politicians site musicians to be born
in US? Are they torn between being noticed and being
real... or is fakeness the new avant garde? The new
je ne sais quoi - peut etre come ca... It'l get by somehow!
Whipping my expectations to butter, as the cream was oozing
out of my sweat and nostrils. Noisy Parkers there skedaddling
bamboozled obituaries of hangmans jokes what nobody would
fart about. Still it is necessary to rend in pieces - though in Onepiece.
One is more pace than three without getting confused with conflicting
intentions. When the swan, the cancer and the salmon decide to agree,
that consent is on that they disagree on at least three and a quarter things.
The closest road to finding equilibrium has always been doing nothing!
Why is nihilism so alluring to wise men? Is it that nothing is real;
or for the cold receipt... That we don't want to pay anything else
but the Prometheus way - at least by means of Asclepius, turning
the hoofs over to lead astray and seek some rays of light at the end.
The tunnel vision was still bleak and showing off Rocky Balboa and Rambo
with a sprinkle of Californian dreams. The only reason why Schwarzenegger
couldn't build his library was that he wasn't affiliated with Wizards of the Coast
and a mere namesake and not a real nigger. Arguing with presidents also hurts.
The Summoning misshapen and emerged as the catcher in the rye and lord of the flies.
Nothing is more alarming, than a man who stands on two legs and dost not have tantrums.
Tambourine and sugarmen are always more famous than bats; spiders and sycamore trees.
Suffocating on sophomores suffering of Lycanthropy and Arachnophobia confused together...
Lay it to rest to grow some fools gold just as Pinocchio as some trubadures sang "La Camisa Negra"
and "Ill Grande Niente" with "Rien ne va plus... And rhe casino was closed for there where no
indians nor frog skins in the VIP lounge! Some frenchmen there opening a bottle of gin and there
accursed as traitors. Maybe the station at Bond street should have commented on that but they didn't...
while born to be wild and unhinged. My cardiac arrest
was fond of 50 shades of Gray's Anatomy merged
with Dr. Moreau's island, the abridged version 3.07
Was at peace with myself and I was quite thrilled
to say the least. The mouthpiece of the endangered
meme was a handful of crap playing Black Sunday
while figure-skating with Pearl Harbor and Waterloo
What makes some politicians site musicians to be born
in US? Are they torn between being noticed and being
real... or is fakeness the new avant garde? The new
je ne sais quoi - peut etre come ca... It'l get by somehow!
Whipping my expectations to butter, as the cream was oozing
out of my sweat and nostrils. Noisy Parkers there skedaddling
bamboozled obituaries of hangmans jokes what nobody would
fart about. Still it is necessary to rend in pieces - though in Onepiece.
One is more pace than three without getting confused with conflicting
intentions. When the swan, the cancer and the salmon decide to agree,
that consent is on that they disagree on at least three and a quarter things.
The closest road to finding equilibrium has always been doing nothing!
Why is nihilism so alluring to wise men? Is it that nothing is real;
or for the cold receipt... That we don't want to pay anything else
but the Prometheus way - at least by means of Asclepius, turning
the hoofs over to lead astray and seek some rays of light at the end.
The tunnel vision was still bleak and showing off Rocky Balboa and Rambo
with a sprinkle of Californian dreams. The only reason why Schwarzenegger
couldn't build his library was that he wasn't affiliated with Wizards of the Coast
and a mere namesake and not a real nigger. Arguing with presidents also hurts.
The Summoning misshapen and emerged as the catcher in the rye and lord of the flies.
Nothing is more alarming, than a man who stands on two legs and dost not have tantrums.
Tambourine and sugarmen are always more famous than bats; spiders and sycamore trees.
Suffocating on sophomores suffering of Lycanthropy and Arachnophobia confused together...
Lay it to rest to grow some fools gold just as Pinocchio as some trubadures sang "La Camisa Negra"
and "Ill Grande Niente" with "Rien ne va plus... And rhe casino was closed for there where no
indians nor frog skins in the VIP lounge! Some frenchmen there opening a bottle of gin and there
accursed as traitors. Maybe the station at Bond street should have commented on that but they didn't...
Offend me not!
Entrenched on picket fences; lost the trace to transpose
fending off vultures on sepulture roost who never took on
a flight over Jordan... The white house will mow it and the lawn.
If on root something is fizzling and spiraling embers into a mount.
Charging horses for a discount even for a donkey's head would do!
Crossing the boxes and digging in. Following all footnotes to nosebleed
diving divinations of divorced endorsements of concrete walls and brick-gasms.
Spewing out peewee microwaves what are soft and tender. Butt without lore...
Asses are best cheered by blind bandits who have a poker-face
while Avatar goes in spirit drinking the cup what she never possessed.
Offend me not - when somebody offers his 10 cents and I'm three quarters
down from parler to parlor the manors mason their fervor in spree...
Going postal on continental breakfasts at France as the yellow coats drew a red flag
while the white card was lost in action. How many Republics does it need to
change the light in the bulb to darkness? Suffice if on stagecoach the shotguns are loaded.
better not throw in the corner or on edges as the cut has yet to be directed.
Dichotomy in dissecting the distinction of a clinical meaning behind words, while
some brats are hugging the wrong dream looking for cinnamon rolls and cup-cakes.
It's trolling to see Beergynth play Beowulf and Macbeth Modigliani... It must be
an existential nightmare blighting to flee from what and who you really are or where...
Picking my nose for blood and guts what I lost at a divinity counter discounting mushrooms
for muffled machine-guns while Uziel was hanging out with Raphael and Leonardo...
Coke-dreams there piped down and shut into a formerly disclosed construction site
havocking the northern hemisphere of the brain with cartoon network and the southern with MTV
Broadcasting was witch-hunted into oblivion as someone copyrighted all dictionaries into ASCII format
and asked Cesar and the Borgias to back it up. Machiavelli would not have done it better or worse!
Scoring the foreclosure of eroding eye-sores in diplomatic breakdowns and walloping all critics to do betters
while the floor is wet and the wall is still dripping... Fasting for steadfast grinds left no man standing behind...
As the talking hands there flicking fingers the devil pulled a horn and three dicks into side-winded obscurity.
Scrutinizing the Scrooge of sense while insanity has been made paramount and intolerance common creed!
Shut down while you still say everything meaning bull, radishing the dead horses and Trojan counterparts.
No spartan is welcome at home, because he was not killed in battle even after returning the left shield!
Paying the ivory price as the iron and gold are forged to Aether, contemplating on the convergence
of promiscuous ideology convulsing between controversy and paraphrasing cataphatic theories of
positive thinking over binged criteria. Even if the glass was long broken, it was deemed too full of himself!
Impending on the doom of war-games, some craftsmen set sail to find Atlantis and washed up in Manhattan!
If it there just Philadelphia or Memphis, even Paul would have sent a letter to rectify the discourse and tantrum. Offend me not - as the tenure of meaning was parallel to a diagonal horisontality vertically encircled
with ensorcelled blades left without hashtags and bars to comprehend the new wave of solutions...
The puppy eyes there cutting edge and the crocodile tears there full of acid, corroding even Diablo away.
fending off vultures on sepulture roost who never took on
a flight over Jordan... The white house will mow it and the lawn.
If on root something is fizzling and spiraling embers into a mount.
Charging horses for a discount even for a donkey's head would do!
Crossing the boxes and digging in. Following all footnotes to nosebleed
diving divinations of divorced endorsements of concrete walls and brick-gasms.
Spewing out peewee microwaves what are soft and tender. Butt without lore...
Asses are best cheered by blind bandits who have a poker-face
while Avatar goes in spirit drinking the cup what she never possessed.
Offend me not - when somebody offers his 10 cents and I'm three quarters
down from parler to parlor the manors mason their fervor in spree...
Going postal on continental breakfasts at France as the yellow coats drew a red flag
while the white card was lost in action. How many Republics does it need to
change the light in the bulb to darkness? Suffice if on stagecoach the shotguns are loaded.
better not throw in the corner or on edges as the cut has yet to be directed.
Dichotomy in dissecting the distinction of a clinical meaning behind words, while
some brats are hugging the wrong dream looking for cinnamon rolls and cup-cakes.
It's trolling to see Beergynth play Beowulf and Macbeth Modigliani... It must be
an existential nightmare blighting to flee from what and who you really are or where...
Picking my nose for blood and guts what I lost at a divinity counter discounting mushrooms
for muffled machine-guns while Uziel was hanging out with Raphael and Leonardo...
Coke-dreams there piped down and shut into a formerly disclosed construction site
havocking the northern hemisphere of the brain with cartoon network and the southern with MTV
Broadcasting was witch-hunted into oblivion as someone copyrighted all dictionaries into ASCII format
and asked Cesar and the Borgias to back it up. Machiavelli would not have done it better or worse!
Scoring the foreclosure of eroding eye-sores in diplomatic breakdowns and walloping all critics to do betters
while the floor is wet and the wall is still dripping... Fasting for steadfast grinds left no man standing behind...
As the talking hands there flicking fingers the devil pulled a horn and three dicks into side-winded obscurity.
Scrutinizing the Scrooge of sense while insanity has been made paramount and intolerance common creed!
Shut down while you still say everything meaning bull, radishing the dead horses and Trojan counterparts.
No spartan is welcome at home, because he was not killed in battle even after returning the left shield!
Paying the ivory price as the iron and gold are forged to Aether, contemplating on the convergence
of promiscuous ideology convulsing between controversy and paraphrasing cataphatic theories of
positive thinking over binged criteria. Even if the glass was long broken, it was deemed too full of himself!
Impending on the doom of war-games, some craftsmen set sail to find Atlantis and washed up in Manhattan!
If it there just Philadelphia or Memphis, even Paul would have sent a letter to rectify the discourse and tantrum. Offend me not - as the tenure of meaning was parallel to a diagonal horisontality vertically encircled
with ensorcelled blades left without hashtags and bars to comprehend the new wave of solutions...
The puppy eyes there cutting edge and the crocodile tears there full of acid, corroding even Diablo away.
Friday, November 9, 2018
Insight
Light of darkness; shadow of light;
dimmed the wits of mortal men...
Grave the dangers, endless blight;
nothing insatiates mans lust for them.
Power begets corruption, distrust enforces hatred;
wisdom never embodies the haughty and bold!
Ruin comes after pride, prejudice is its mistress;
turning all you have learned and suffered to fools gold!
Rubbish eats its own legs; gravel entombs his fields;
those who sow lies, never rest, nor go empty of reap.
Fake friends betray themselves, true loose the shield;
defending more important than perseverance for keeps.
Establishment crumbles - many bricks can't keep up;
many debts bankrupt, much vinegar rots tooth!
A thousand friends more worth than the bling and buck;
how many would understand the wisemen's sooth?
Only a stone falls easy, dead fish swim without relent;
hardship is proof of living, just not always the right...
Seek justice, but not notice - avoid the fervent;
passion sometimes like flu - inflammatory blight!
What is your insight? What is your want?
Success is an attitude, dost not seek wisdom!
Those who want "Prevail!" don't listen to: "You can't!"
all they can fathom is Country and Fandom!
Seek bounties beyond sight and riches yonder grasp;
that will succeed those who journey for riches!
Kingdoms fall and nations degrade - alas;
only safe haven shall fare for those like the bitches!
Wisdom is not safe, knowledge not always sane;
intellect rarely sound, included by titles and valor.
It's not sought after by glory, its not looked upon fame;
lore don't keep good accounting of, nor is it kept in a manor!
Head back, if you wish to fare well - dost who seeks wisdom -
abandon is all what awaits, if you should proceed your endeavor!
Those who hope to get immortalized in life - this dumb!
Better looking for window dressings or nice garments wore...
dimmed the wits of mortal men...
Grave the dangers, endless blight;
nothing insatiates mans lust for them.
Power begets corruption, distrust enforces hatred;
wisdom never embodies the haughty and bold!
Ruin comes after pride, prejudice is its mistress;
turning all you have learned and suffered to fools gold!
Rubbish eats its own legs; gravel entombs his fields;
those who sow lies, never rest, nor go empty of reap.
Fake friends betray themselves, true loose the shield;
defending more important than perseverance for keeps.
Establishment crumbles - many bricks can't keep up;
many debts bankrupt, much vinegar rots tooth!
A thousand friends more worth than the bling and buck;
how many would understand the wisemen's sooth?
Only a stone falls easy, dead fish swim without relent;
hardship is proof of living, just not always the right...
Seek justice, but not notice - avoid the fervent;
passion sometimes like flu - inflammatory blight!
What is your insight? What is your want?
Success is an attitude, dost not seek wisdom!
Those who want "Prevail!" don't listen to: "You can't!"
all they can fathom is Country and Fandom!
Seek bounties beyond sight and riches yonder grasp;
that will succeed those who journey for riches!
Kingdoms fall and nations degrade - alas;
only safe haven shall fare for those like the bitches!
Wisdom is not safe, knowledge not always sane;
intellect rarely sound, included by titles and valor.
It's not sought after by glory, its not looked upon fame;
lore don't keep good accounting of, nor is it kept in a manor!
Head back, if you wish to fare well - dost who seeks wisdom -
abandon is all what awaits, if you should proceed your endeavor!
Those who hope to get immortalized in life - this dumb!
Better looking for window dressings or nice garments wore...
Monday, November 5, 2018
I don't like you
Like me, like you - there is a difference
over the pretense of common sense.
I don't like you - don't trespass my ports
as my gates are kept by poison Ivy and wormwood...
Loose me at don't and miss a shot
to take another turn somewhere else
to witch day I hunt my own wilds.
The game was fair enough there as...
Don't touch me, as my poetry strips you apart;
making you naked before your minds eye
I like to love others who don't exist suffocating
on my own social injustice conglomerate,
emanating a touch-screen on demand..
Virtual reality is a bitch and it seems to glitch;
as soon I hit the climax, thus I don't like to pay the piper.
Who stole my yellow pages for Assassins Creed;
I have a new mission for them sanctioned by the Pope himself...
Actually it was Pepe le Pew and the other loonies.
I got Axe for you - I mean deodorant, for you smell like Hell.
Oy, quit playing Diablo while I'm assing smart sounds with my
vocal cords, what want to twist your tongue into an oxymoron.
While I twist it around in your ears and stomach...
My phone got no broadband, so I imagined it instead.
It dimed on me to nickle back my alley and hump a white whale.
My dick-jokes there mopping the floor with Charles Dickens
and Wordsworth, contracting a wild disease of rapping my fingers on the table.
An edge-word is sharper than a sword. You may now pass your leftover time to me.
I meat your offered loaf with breadcrumbs and boil your witch into a raised steak.
Eating sand was also fun since kindergarten, especially bullied to do lists!
Watching faint gestures dry on a given face or occupation gives a lot of intel about...
Sad faces never buy and tears never speak the truth, unless its the front of a Mercedes...
the back of a Porsche might agree on this as it hits on a Lamborghini Miura hanging out
with a Ferrari Stestarossa and McLaren P1 standing next to P3 and chanting:
"The power of three shall set us free!" I could swear Halliwell was turning while engraved
into my coke-dream of too many strong double coffees with extra cream and sugar!
It tore me apart to be so ass-smart that wisdom was snorting his milk out of his nostrils
as I walked down the corrupted memory lane. Even Superman didn't save me af;
the Cryptonyte turned pink! What was I meant to do without a Savior and personal Jesus?
Farewell to your dreams and broken bottles burning down a scarecrow shooing away my mares!
The more the merrier as I callously deceive you to vent on my torment what was meant to be
But its not anything but all and nothing. Just the Butt. Jesting the gestures of G-force
in your endorsed enforcement of color-palettes what had no black and white silver-linings.
I followed the bling into the thieves den and got ruled over a stand-up correction facility...
As I stood silently corrected I foreclosed my philosophy into politically frivolous notions...
Nothing sells better than a booby-trap built into a booby-trap fucking a transposed prerogative
what never even existed, but was still expected to leave its impact on the course of his story,
what was never written or given a strain of thought nor contempt to be more than a Unicorn.
Maybe if written in unicode or Unix it would be a thing... You never know these things!
over the pretense of common sense.
I don't like you - don't trespass my ports
as my gates are kept by poison Ivy and wormwood...
Loose me at don't and miss a shot
to take another turn somewhere else
to witch day I hunt my own wilds.
The game was fair enough there as...
Don't touch me, as my poetry strips you apart;
making you naked before your minds eye
I like to love others who don't exist suffocating
on my own social injustice conglomerate,
emanating a touch-screen on demand..
Virtual reality is a bitch and it seems to glitch;
as soon I hit the climax, thus I don't like to pay the piper.
Who stole my yellow pages for Assassins Creed;
I have a new mission for them sanctioned by the Pope himself...
Actually it was Pepe le Pew and the other loonies.
I got Axe for you - I mean deodorant, for you smell like Hell.
Oy, quit playing Diablo while I'm assing smart sounds with my
vocal cords, what want to twist your tongue into an oxymoron.
While I twist it around in your ears and stomach...
My phone got no broadband, so I imagined it instead.
It dimed on me to nickle back my alley and hump a white whale.
My dick-jokes there mopping the floor with Charles Dickens
and Wordsworth, contracting a wild disease of rapping my fingers on the table.
An edge-word is sharper than a sword. You may now pass your leftover time to me.
I meat your offered loaf with breadcrumbs and boil your witch into a raised steak.
Eating sand was also fun since kindergarten, especially bullied to do lists!
Watching faint gestures dry on a given face or occupation gives a lot of intel about...
Sad faces never buy and tears never speak the truth, unless its the front of a Mercedes...
the back of a Porsche might agree on this as it hits on a Lamborghini Miura hanging out
with a Ferrari Stestarossa and McLaren P1 standing next to P3 and chanting:
"The power of three shall set us free!" I could swear Halliwell was turning while engraved
into my coke-dream of too many strong double coffees with extra cream and sugar!
It tore me apart to be so ass-smart that wisdom was snorting his milk out of his nostrils
as I walked down the corrupted memory lane. Even Superman didn't save me af;
the Cryptonyte turned pink! What was I meant to do without a Savior and personal Jesus?
Farewell to your dreams and broken bottles burning down a scarecrow shooing away my mares!
The more the merrier as I callously deceive you to vent on my torment what was meant to be
But its not anything but all and nothing. Just the Butt. Jesting the gestures of G-force
in your endorsed enforcement of color-palettes what had no black and white silver-linings.
I followed the bling into the thieves den and got ruled over a stand-up correction facility...
As I stood silently corrected I foreclosed my philosophy into politically frivolous notions...
Nothing sells better than a booby-trap built into a booby-trap fucking a transposed prerogative
what never even existed, but was still expected to leave its impact on the course of his story,
what was never written or given a strain of thought nor contempt to be more than a Unicorn.
Maybe if written in unicode or Unix it would be a thing... You never know these things!
The Fall
Leaves change colors - I stand alone;
above the rabble, the Fall on my high horse.
It crept its head on and crossed my mind...
And it snowed static transmissions in a missionary pose,
my vanilla ice-cream didn't like to swallow.
The Nightingale agreed on my Raven to play Canasta
and hit the pinata a different time as the blind folded.
I coined my breathe mint into concrete walls and ivory towers;
for we don't need no education and thought control
while obstinating others to Fall down and bend over.
Winter is not coming, it's already there - Everwinter and Evermist!
I mist myself and the last thread of caution as the geese left
down Mother-river and Fatherland. The Fall!
Something was hibernating inside of me, calling out Eldrazi
the count was negative 5 but I didn't give a fuck.
Starting up democracy, after my deck-protector had lost the game;
a new beginning, gaining momentum from juggernautic endeavours,
berserking the shark share of lion and a hare inside the box - who shall fare?
The wilted leaves smothering my intellect and depression, craving for snow...
Who shall cover it up - the death and deceit, making it romantic?
rob nature of its colors and scents and sounds - to keep it clean.
And static voices there singing their lullabies, my bias didn't encore.
I saw bullshit walking down the road and taking a ferry to Elva...
The picket fences are great for a street-brawl if you believe "The Spring"
but it was Fall and I longed for "Winter" Please don't copyright claim...
"What does not stick, shall be hit stuck!" It struck me like lightning, when first read.
And I kept on falling to my knees and bending over the ravine vomiting into myself;
omitting the commitments to human nature and wisdom of remaining silent...
Ass - the virulent poses of the digressed masses, confused by a bystander
who walked away and coughed. He didn't mean betters, he was having a cold
and burning up. The chicken soup was not helping and neither did Aspirin...
Maybe the star signed some charts what could draw a map to the solution?
I just dismayed my conclusion to stay in touch with my depressions;
remain infused with my overwhelming irony of neglect and ignorance.
The more I amused, the more Jesters there created in My lapse of judgment,
against my betters and in contrast. How beautiful indeed, the leaves falling and the Fall!
above the rabble, the Fall on my high horse.
It crept its head on and crossed my mind...
And it snowed static transmissions in a missionary pose,
my vanilla ice-cream didn't like to swallow.
The Nightingale agreed on my Raven to play Canasta
and hit the pinata a different time as the blind folded.
I coined my breathe mint into concrete walls and ivory towers;
for we don't need no education and thought control
while obstinating others to Fall down and bend over.
Winter is not coming, it's already there - Everwinter and Evermist!
I mist myself and the last thread of caution as the geese left
down Mother-river and Fatherland. The Fall!
Something was hibernating inside of me, calling out Eldrazi
the count was negative 5 but I didn't give a fuck.
Starting up democracy, after my deck-protector had lost the game;
a new beginning, gaining momentum from juggernautic endeavours,
berserking the shark share of lion and a hare inside the box - who shall fare?
The wilted leaves smothering my intellect and depression, craving for snow...
Who shall cover it up - the death and deceit, making it romantic?
rob nature of its colors and scents and sounds - to keep it clean.
And static voices there singing their lullabies, my bias didn't encore.
I saw bullshit walking down the road and taking a ferry to Elva...
The picket fences are great for a street-brawl if you believe "The Spring"
but it was Fall and I longed for "Winter" Please don't copyright claim...
"What does not stick, shall be hit stuck!" It struck me like lightning, when first read.
And I kept on falling to my knees and bending over the ravine vomiting into myself;
omitting the commitments to human nature and wisdom of remaining silent...
Ass - the virulent poses of the digressed masses, confused by a bystander
who walked away and coughed. He didn't mean betters, he was having a cold
and burning up. The chicken soup was not helping and neither did Aspirin...
Maybe the star signed some charts what could draw a map to the solution?
I just dismayed my conclusion to stay in touch with my depressions;
remain infused with my overwhelming irony of neglect and ignorance.
The more I amused, the more Jesters there created in My lapse of judgment,
against my betters and in contrast. How beautiful indeed, the leaves falling and the Fall!
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