Staring at Paper, await Words do Plead
Be Lyrics or Verses lend your Pure Voice
How oft your Prince kneel for her Heart indeed
Whenst all such time Light and Love be her Choice
You can hear her Giggles pepper the Air
Then beg the very Atmosphere you breathe
If take this Counsel of Time's Honest Fair
Your Breath fill her Months with Songs do repeat
Then your Metres run; Her Road kisses yours
Borne by the Well of that very same Draught
Though I think of Riches spent on your Course
Still the Valiance exhibit one you have Fought.
Still staring at Paper, plead my Muse come
Sipped my Ink dry with my Raisins un-done.

Loony-Toothed Blogger, your Trussled Pen spite
Save to spike such Heart plombed by Heresy
That Heresy be Truth pin proves Delight
Come Trenching Escapades grip his Fantasy
Though permit his Trade be for Answers meet
And fill Sore Minds his Clients satisfy
Preach Hearts for Profits; His Code on the Street
Would squeeze such Scandal from his Salsify
Be there Room then for your ardent Refuge
For you as one seeks his Innards to Change
For Betterment's House shut Public's Confuse
And let your Person enjoy his own Range.
His Arrows be his choose his Portents bend
Though Blame blunt his Skies by Penance amend.

Would the Earthen Blanket it's Roots sustain
Saw this Morning take Courage with your Blaze
That Once-Living Oil; Now Lightened remain
The Enduring Driver his Token embrace
Fourty-Two Candles await your Life's Breath
Since the Sexton found your Tomb un-covered
Then looked askance where - the Ivory-Cloth
Robbed from Memory his Eyes discovered
And searched indeed be his awesome Reply
Tracking the Stone for his Answers apart
Till entered the Door by Permits subside
And found his Blessed Dust encased in your Heart.
The Sexton drew Breath; That same Grade as you:
"SET HIS LION FREE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADIEU!"

You can't be in Love whom you do not Know
As to Lock a Heart which you do not Own
So these Sages tell to such Mind would blow
Then **** the Spirit his Labours reknown
Yet as Souls oft do these Teachings re-think
And bask the Summer of these Elder Days
What's Taught be Sought; Then stone June Harvest's sink,
Permit everyone's Telly to do the same
So be it. Fine. Let those Vagabonds speak
Thinking all too well their Cosmos composed
Be Wired to their Fines; Then proves them Weak
Do with all their Noses bleed then disposed.
And now the Smile - when Lady Charmer breeds
Gasps with all her Gust; Then sprinkles her Seeds.

At least in Kind your Warming Smile resign
Whilst holding your Excellent Pig unique
Though some in sense note One's Finger design
Cause such subtle but dastardly Technique
And Rage you caused; Though the Baby's Tears buy
Breach whatever Spending Frame you present
That Image - think of Valhalla's Dames sigh
Let much of your ******* to grin your Assent
And knowing indeed how Innocence bears
Which by your Labours allowed in your Growth
Raise with Prudence; Then quench your Partner's Fears
To let Vestal Virgins sleep on your Worth.
It would have been Brilliant your Foul Stokes indeed
Than wear Cankered Masks to infect your Seed.

Questions be Torture for this Starving Verse
As to why your Influence fails to recede
Like Volcanoes snuffed its Syrup disperse
And Imprint your Brand on such Sterling Deed
Faith until when you by Define announce
That your Flavours dissolve by Age or Kind
Even the Samples - such your Verbs pronounce
What truly confers your Fast-Inflaming Mind
Still those Virtues in you always Preserve
Though be a Member of the Russian's Skin
Pursued by his Trade; Though Funds you deserve
To place your Bounty on Prudence so thin.
You know your Hands; And by Hands will Mature
To scrape off your Soot; Thus your Blade be Pure.

Lovely Sweet Caroline. In your Best Beige
Harness the Enduring Secret we should Know
Of your Fortitude cross-tied with his Gauge
Allowed most his Fancies to seep and grow
A-like, then, your Signed Lady become
Must by his Ring he forged to Interpret
Or forbid Translate; As Un-Bolted Doors some
Do keep the Honour of his Safe Concept
I bind this Ruse - thinking his Business owned
As far my Watcher's Eye opens to Threat
Would crumple Hearts en masse; Thus Speech be downed
And induce Promotion his Crumbs to forget.
Then let such Sizzling Smiles breed with you Two
Once all Storms subside and Red Skies turn Blue.

Merry dear Dad his Inner Kevlar endure
And allow my Years to promote his Prove
For Right-Side's Heal let his Honour be Pure
And mirror the Big Hand in Sky's Glory
For if it be this Son, sullen by Age
Of Desert Years twice-score he should Wander
Would share his Bread; To patient Sky quench Rage
And emulate our Saviour's Mercy ponder
Yet you. Still you. Be my Foundation's Best
Apart from Powers I could Un-Concieve
That Feigned but Guiding Hand; With all Lime's Zest
Harness it ever from Sugars too Sweet.
And yes, dear Dad; The Five-Pronged Bot did die
Yet withered their Ghosts to greet your Day by.

That I may wean Calliope's Time recall
Which in your Motives prove a Great Invite
With Deadening Memes praise our Dying Fall
And permit to draft our Scriptures incite
Yet how must these Stars let our Sages be
Then spice Darling Life Base Men endeavour?
Such - the Crumpted Art - though Ages percieve
Mothered our Values most take to Fetter?
God's Fire does Mend; As Proofed Stories say
Though Mint Investments became a Lost Cause
Yet to Win Hearts; Then Transform Someone's day
Was that same Fuel made Souls to Un-Pause.
Star-Spangled Angler, if my Verse un-impress
The least I Tried my Support will digress.

On Thousands squared add Tens then Sevens score
Will the Curry-World know what City's Fruit crave
Again-and-Again their Mint Hands adore
Thus clean the River's Edge for their Bright Knave
This all I know. Let your Charm do the rest
Far beyond Bloated your Experience spare
Where Mongers conjure; And Living Stunts test
The Juice such Plum flavours most Fingers there
The Artist speaks. Yet not from my Groaned Hand
Bejewelled by Bullies for my own East
Though Offers apply; Yet apply on Sand
Will browse Sentiments at the very least.
So the Poets live. By Paints and Notes dare
Till then, Flesh-Poet, my Heart sees you there.

As soon as this Templing Fortitude built
Then rid your Ghost from this Heartened Journey
Cast my Ring to Die; From Magma has Smelt
Once hopeful Anvil hammered on Blarney
The News indeed True. If Rumours conceive
One from your heart led much Secrets adhere
Have our Tongues paid for Lies and Coterie
To issue Swelled Bonds of Pain so severe
PIE and PI - yes - add these Fortiments add
Then power your Fumes for Others to choose
But un-tie Tradition; As Jack's Weaning sad
Framed him the Blamer for Peppers you rue.
So would it make sense your Person I pry
And Cast your Kingdom for your Mental's Fly?