A bitter republic weeps out "woe is me," Holding on to hopeless baffling beliefs, Nothing is sacred if it won't fill their needs, Yet when they're finished, they stay on their knees, Speaking aloud "Sir, I want some more." Straight from the movies without saying please.
Perhaps one day I will garner respect, Socializing among my colleagues apt, Buried in a monocle and top hat, My money just as monopoly, amateurs.
Time bound fragile clay Destiny's soldier Stabbing the icy heart of time Though you may reign triumphantly Ashes is your end
Stallion on run Out have fun Golden meadow sun
Pond upon oceans, A death of water, Little men upon thrones, Their hearts of flower, My life but a tome, My life a tower; Stairs to climb, With life inactive; Above the clouds, Time spent sunburnt, Cowards; My designs immaculate, Eating flies as flax, Confusing images, In place of facts. Again the future lost, Pipes accost the ground, The ice storm comes; Some go into town, Some stay lost, Together same, Both die apart.
Art Sometimes I understand it Blowing hard Leaves are scattered While gathering up Inspiration From the rays of the sun Turn around See what you created Back where it begun Darn There goes another one |---------| |-0-1-2-1-| |-1-1-2-2-| |-2-0-2-2-| |-2-3-0-0-| |---------|
I have concepts for days, Metaphors for four hours, And wordplays for wakes. I'm not bragging, I'm just impaired, Flawed above the mane. Miscarrying paper knowledge, Cutting loves careless arms. She finds herself wanting, Hair flowing, river forming, Learning is her sophism, So she lies until tomorrow, Feigning disinterest ursury, Tales of cursory, courtesy. A verse aloft in the clouds, Sounds out to an empty crowd, Life of deception floundered. World as in twitching flour, Face equal, equivalent arms, She curtsies and bows, turns; Runs away, her face as ours.
Going on Early morning dawn Morning glow People go Searching among southern bay Love and happiness
Florian mispronounced completely, Adding elles and a monarchy, Standard wordplay misused efficiently. Soap of the mind, floss of the horse, Cutting our teeth on useless fleece. Forgetting their needs, people worsen, Fleeing to worlds sincere yet fleeting. Spying, leaving decrying yourself not, Received to cheering regardless, Archean and poor as thoughtforms are.
There's just 22.5 degrees Not from the bottom to the top, but In between Doing nothing and incomplete Being at the bottom Pushing Gord in the swing.
No honor or Bravery, Mulled over too long, Followers betray, Feelings astray amongst. Lay waste upon their pores; Their universe stainless, Faces like rust; No steel to steel, No virtue of thievery, To steal regardless; Complacence unjust;
winter home pure white among us time of life