Their life is a constant rhyme, so come to a heavy heart. This trailing wreck of purpose, spontaneously walking, dancing to the beat.
Her brown soft hair, limp with the tide. Softly entering, a problem, my peace of mind. Pieces shatter, the liquid floor moving about, through natures blue.
Come one and come all, to the circus of men. The clowns slathering on makeup, singing a sad tune. Lions roar at the crack of the whip, blaring noises of intent. Choices are made, remain men or become the animal.
There is a passionate rage under all still hearts. We have allowed a disease, rampant with its own. Some run their course, always running out. Unlikely moments, cracks and fissures. The future is waiting, safeguarding the edge, until better days are seen.
In your final hours, never tremble before trouble. The inexhaustible varieties, all led the same way. Now the truth is unhinged, a falling door. Blocking the shadow, all by due time.
When you least expect, you’ll find peace. Piece by piece, climbing back up, back into the ring. It watches me, there waiting. I’m angry, which flares inside. My mind wanders away, slowly smiling.
Blank burning, the frame of faces. It’s all burning, burning blank. A line here, paragraphs there. From the pages, ashes revive. These pages burn to exhume words.
It is quite pleased to reach in through the night. Reaching with claws, giant yellow eyes. Fear for the worst, the unknown cruelty of patience. Striking one by one, a roaring roar.
The day by day solution, a question faced for far too long. I was discouraged by the way mankind seemed to drown. If I could of only of said something, in the way this round world moves.
We often pass judgement on others, a barrier against the times. One limit broken on two, clear as the ocean blue.