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.
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.
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.
Back home we’ve arrived.
Beautiful and alive.
No longer deprived.
I’m glad that you came
More so that we tried.
Alluding toward vessels of great apprehension.
Magnified opulence in spite of direction.
Casted about toward magnanimous corrolaries,
Reeling back duple in velvet accession.
In pecuniary cappilaries flow efficiecy boundless.
Reluctancy crumbled by ethical prowess.
Amidst all desire rests unfeinged requisite,
Lastly our kind and sagacious be credited.
Imbuing that parched with anti-Expedience,
To propogate sanguine pragmatic disobedience.
No notions stood foreign of sweetness beheld,
Abhorring of avarice environs propelled.
We ought to endow our altruists well.
Lest our sewn seeds sprout mercilus hell.
Best to devour what seek of disdain.
Rest through the hours desiring deign
Next we’ll be raiding the reigns in the rain.
Rhetorical overflows aimed at their brains.
Authority gasp at the sight of thy frame.
Yet smitten, impressed with ye antics portrayed.
We script and we dress up our words in the name
Of misfitted genius that conquer thy game.
Merely for tweaking all eases of play.
Want not reward, recognition nor fame.
Seeketh the means for our passions maintained.
Lead us to that which we strive toward most.
If directed to fortunes, we charitous hosts.
Though actions and judgements have milestones yet.
Intentions gagued pure by most pious of men.
Why ridicule poets to manual toil?
Allow us to thrive by our laborous spoils!
Incentive toward living breeds that to create.
Enriching creations may invigorate.
Inspiration instilled by O minds of the greats.
Rekindling hope for the saddest of saints.
Finally drawn are conclusions once sought,
Gracefully waiting till prayers be caught.
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in eight dimensions.
seeds be sewn
beneath thy sentence,
To yield conventions.
When the sprouts
go grow and bloom
Well harvest masses
Of attention so soon.
How Rapidly far
Well spread these roots
To drink the liquid
Through knowledge tubes
bled From books
we’ve loved and read
And every doctrine
of remnant blends.
into my head.
like outbound trains
knowledge for freight
invest for thy brain.
Lest we bow down
play role of the slave.
Piss on the laws
we care not to break
Let anarchists bend
Till they form a new shape.
lie in wait for the take,
Please carve us a path
to most fruitful of days
For chaos in truth
Is ye fruits bore of fate
May Pattern and irony
Be locks of the gate
Thus keys it requires
We’re hid for defense.
Passage be granted
for kind and the wise
Though of its location
I cannot provide
The trailhead to follow
begins in the mind
From there it will take you
On journeys to yonder
To Speak we will not.
But Surely we’ll ponder
And ponder we ought
For ages we wander
With nothing but thought
And as a condor
We may fly
Yet unlike you
Way may not die
For when our bodies
Our soul will not
Our spirits stay
So do not fear
Thy natural death
And keep these words
Beneath thy breath
And so until
We write again
And be our friend
Clockwork 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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