He plays a secret chord, Known before, unexplored, A boy and a man Fandango. Winner considered Lord, Or mastered patience.
Sitting on the curb, I see nothing, Fondling opportunity, So I say nothing. The rainbow melancholy Probably of nobody, Probability muddied, Elite in discussion. Procession of remedy, Salve of urine, Bandage of gold, Who heals a beast, Of legend told? Behold the pale horse, Final legendary colt. Leaving our houses unsold, Every bed unmade, Sheets still folded.
Flowers lace the sill, Stone frames of lifestyle, Sagging windows in vogue, Stolen valor of masonry, Following sanctioned power, Also stolen. Perhaps I play the fool, Pen in hand, Man of head, Felled in mind. Thinking you would see me again, With love timeless. Tired eyes of the tire fires, Loving fights in the shallows, She lacks enacting desire, Not inadequacy. Big fish never leaves home, Aptly. Living to throw, Never catching. Pursuit of unkempt bastards, Told only lies, Keeping only pictures, Stones still held higher, Designated only pitchers, A Fighter drowns afterward.
A convent future, Convenience sutured, Malice upon the roof, Palace upon a stoop. Firearms task the soup, Cannot we further pepper? Appropriate tutelage, Knowledgeable common beggars. Pro Ipsal softer sophism. Saddle up the dogs of war, Give their forward movement. Mass upon the louver, Tasks of Stratford-upon-Avon, A Dramatic future. Tossing away bombs of truth, For convenient nomenclature. Trading lawn darts for rapiers.
Only tragedy of the pen, Everything self penned, Self authored. Cherishing the gift of god, but with silent laughter. Floating dynasty upon the water, Field my dreams, take my island, Let me spend my days a wander, Looking for your prodigal child, With no time for spectacular novels, Cobblestone violence or love chided. Machiavellian influenced religion, Post irony, Post music, Long, long, into the future. Where no human exists, Only Nature.
Partridges fly, Above the land they admire, Moon rocks to the scientist, Fertility given to a goddess, Pointless admiration. So begins desire, The bird flies higher, Further from the ground, Wherefore no dreams to mire. Society jobs to a miser. My job is too dry, Hands cracking, without water. Voice loud enough to deny it.
Mace in my eyes, Ire in my heart. Desire at the port, Ships cause divide; Yellow violets field, Uplifting and stealing. They never were blue, Banking on healing; They dye red his suit, With hope of upheaving, He dies in it anyway, The price of believing.
Cubs pride design to hunt, In parable, from a bird's eye, They sit upon rooftops, Chilling out in caste. Smoking weed and desiring, Maybe the future holds tomorrow, Tomorrow bring the last. Huns perspiring at American funds, Infinite systems of foreign gods. The Americans scoff, Savage preparing for battles cost, Yet they lost. Gold and all. Wasted bombs landed on land, Nobody was ever on. Intelligence of bitten tongues;
Passage to the heart clogged, Life maudlin, poor starting, Racers to support their mark, Post revelation reveal fakery. Mock factories bailing no hay; Poor neighbors decide to stay, Demand jobs and prosperity, And the American way. Self flagellation pays, Workers find jobs, Pride as their mainstay, Thy world in bondage, Thy wounds inflamed.
Handsome men play Diablo Two. Getting keys forever free, Looks alone topple trees, Fire will forever consume. Millennials play Diablo Three, Pay to play, stay for free, Books alone could stand true, Everything better, Diablo Two.
A standard Cheshire cat, Attacked for the manhood; Leaves, my grass drowning, Dry philosophies, dowsing; The Station Nightclub fire, They leave my ass browning, With steeds stood laughing; Horse jokes abound: Human life masticating, Human jokes around, Running is for the horses, Desires aggravated.