Patior Passionem

Essence mined of endless dreams

Polished into abstract scenes.

Brought to life in A through G,

Sharp o wit did give a squeak

only such yet not a squeal.

Eager for what time did yield.

Needing not a premise known.

Absorbed in tones where scenes revealed,

Poor intent of past instruction.

Shattered truths they must conceal,

Holding back the future’s prize.

Waiting still for our trust to heal.

Abundance of idea hints hope

Myriad Patterns left with ropes.

Dropped to us we know not Why.

Something wouldn’t let us die.

Someone wanted us alive.

For reasons we may not surmise.

Once was he a lowly wretch.

Shunned and sticking close to death.

More than once these depths were waded.

Many times hath stood persuaded

By no one but our other selves.

toward pursuit flying serpents

Despite us knowing all to well

The only word for this was fail.

Sadly still we kept on trying

Desperately to catch their tail.

Til one day we’d had enough.

Left the lives we thought we loved.

For hidden paths to higher ones.

Took so long to understand.

Where our feet and minds should land.

Endlessly we searched and scanned.

Weaving plans for to escape.

Finally they’d taken shape.

We lead ourselves back through the gates.

The lost had thus become the found.

This costed not, we earned our ground.

Learning now to paint with sounds.

Yearning travel, wayward bound.

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Thank you all, that’s it for now.

Glad to see your still around.

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Bite marks, and scratches.

Souls Quenched of desire.

Lighthearted patches,

Contrasting the fires.

Nervous and wired.

These Courteous Liars.

Tearing to pieces.

Each others attire.

Slaves to themselves.

Yet Grossly inspired.

Jumped from the shelves.

To the lives we acquired.

Feeling so good.

With leashes untied.

Shackles undone.

Back home we’ve arrived.

Beautiful and alive.

No longer deprived.

I’m glad that you came

More so that we tried.

Praeteritum

atlas-close-up-dark-592753.jpgClockwork turns behind the lens.

That who greeds with will amends;

Forgiven doth thrive high and dry.

Seeking friend how wayward thy?

Signals rest in cryptic lies,

phrases blended, scripts aligned.

Symbols print out changing tides.

Dependence broken, just in time.

Now we wait and watch the signs.

Words he writes may cease to rhyme.

Here Nothing is but still a thing.

Some thing is just one anything,

So Everything is all the things.

Heard forgotten spirits singing

Vibrant song for message bringing

Steer the notes who bend and swing,

That float from ringing metal strings.

Seeking peace to ease the mind,

Lest our thoughts be left behind.

Think us toward some brighter times

To times For which we raise a toast

To one for all for one who holds,

For thine who fell and thy of old

Shall Shine before their weary souls

Who’s tree-like spirits skim the skies

With Minds still showered by

how’s? and why’s?

Soon We’ll wonder why we Arrived,

Why life was always such a hurry.

Dismiss such need for pointless fury,

Nor banter, racket, ruckus flurries

Flourishing Nourishing, words to restore

Words that may ease us when spirit is sore

in wait we Graciously painted the shores

Insatiably impatient he wines for more

Whilst I wait watching the magical

floor, until my eyes get dry and sore.

If this is what your hoping for,

Than stick around for what’s in store.

Until next time my lyric pour

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