Victorium Solum

Of everlasting

ook-ha’d laughing.

Sweep the four, go.

Floor the Doormat.

New HighScore!

He walked and coughed and clocked and corfed.

Nined the oranges,

Got sevens to green.

Stuck in the race.

Between time and the dream.

Travels in switches.

We did not go fishing.

But Pissed on the dishes.

Swished so efficiently the swish switched to slishing.

Pleasing it is, when glitches bare gifts.

[please insert 25 cents to continue]

Just kidding next post coming soon.

 

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Amicum Redire

Agony swirling between thy ears

Nearly bringing thou to tears.

That did cease when rest was sought,

Surprised was thine when waking brought

His eyes to meet and lock with hers

She who left so long before,

Now they all began to stir;

Every feeling we may afford.

Blessed we charged for to embrace.

Our souls did touch how sweet thy taste.

How bitter & sweet did reunite.

Even if just for a night.

Grateful just to view her face.

Typically not one to feel,

Yet this was a special case.

Off away my thoughts did peel,

Caught by paper not to waste.

So the show it still goes on.

On it goes, indeed it shows,

The path to that we call our home.

Where the heart did and does lie.

Lies our hearts tell you and I.

We try and try to outsmart ourselves,

So lay thy down besides the shelf.

There we’ll see what’s in his eyes.

The pain that grows in sweeping tides.

Cry you might but don’t feel bad.

This is all we’ve ever had.

Any else’s we may hold, must

Die before the quick and bold.

When everyone is but a thief,

Being dumbs the only crime.

What a beautiful relief,

To know that everybody lies.

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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Adfectus

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.

Lucrum

Alluding toward vessels of great apprehension. 

 Mblack-and-white-dark-pattern-211816agnified 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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Incrementum

Harmonistic

non-intentions.

Holding shares

in eight dimensions.

seeds be sewn

beneath thy sentence,

Cultivate words

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

hath transcend

Hearkened lines

of remnant blends.

Beckon thine

into my head.

Catching thoughts

like outbound trains

Mechanical beauty

knowledge for freight

Sacrifice fame

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.

Prefacing risks

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

Waste away

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

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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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