Thence again was I
hovering,
waver-not and wafer-thin,
again within the fill of it.

I blobbed and echoed,
morphed and me,
without the inner tree
of life's own blossoming,

and such itself that I
was but a whisper.

An immortal dissonance
begot its own retainment
to the discipline of ages
it had wandered 'gainst.

Its dissonance was form
and revenance irreverent.
A sudden questioning
sparkt the death of innocence.

It's spacious in the background
I need some time to squander
My mind is made of moldruff
I might as let it wander

I've gotta let the walls out
And take a cup of three
I'm making extra couplets
I've gotta book a steep

Could listless information
on my cold beset'ums got?
A sparkling for the ages
But I think I'd rather not

I patched a cap in baldsworth
It's another half agown
I'm staking half'a bulb's herr
And heading out of town

It's constant and I know I'm broke
But I can't claim the race ahoof
I've legs but I've not caved a stook
And I'm a little houseshook

To reach, aghast, unto sorrow
Mumchance, and squandered kindred spirits, nigh
To tumble, torrid, into thee, Abyss
Flittering alone whilst tired mine doth reminiscence
Nay, falling, ever, til I'm thought to fly
Where every whim becomes a dream

Every dream shall turn awry

Give me words to speak
And I will weave them into meadows
You will weep upon
To make the flowers grow

And when the meadows
Sprout flowers
And the sunlight shines
They will flourish
Like your soul

And even in the darkest hours
They will pull you into their beauty
And tease your senses
Tantalizing everything

When their aroma
Hits your nose
Do not inhale
But, instead, give breath
And offer sustenance

For nature is your nurturer
And you should return to it
As it is transient

So speak to me
When you are lost in soliloquy
Think of the words I have spoken
And tear your heart open

For I am given to be giving
And I wish only to hear you speak
For it is that which leads me to believe
In life beyond these;
My curtains of perception

So offer me direction
Give leave to this infection
Of expectant predilection
Tell me, what makes you flee
What is your bemusement
What sets you free?

Residual disparity
In clarity, begotten
By severance of recompense
For all whom I’ve forgotten
In betterment should I lament
For soon, will whims expire
As there, inside, my feelings, pent
A veil adorned by mire

And in my mind I am melting
Fleeing, freely sworn to skies above
Perplexed in my bemusement
Of a relief unfounded
For herein, when the penitent is I
My window is my gaze to forward flying
My imagination in the collective grid
Undying

Ebb and flow
And ripples
On the sea of energy
That we call fate
So plunge me deep
Into the waters
Where all things come to meet
And give me synergy
So I can understand
What it means to be

Tell me,
Please
That I am not alone

Management officials
Burning up a loaded bowl
Purple lunged initials
****** maker takes the toll

Builder of a time-bomb
Rocket ship to mind foam
Daddy's gonna change the world

Lover of an old friend
I'm the only one to talk

Now we're gonna pretend
Everything is under
Let a couple hours walk

Heavy hearted blacksmith
Dreamer of a peaceful world
And with every sword he sells
Hatred of his craft unfurls

Levity in drugs live
Capable of mending minds
Capital incentive
Modern day directive
Ever monetary binds

Harvesting an alcove
Leader of the dead man's drum
Healer of the rich man
Beggar to the poor man
Now they're calling all us dumb

Hater of the different
Follower of what he's told
Screamer of the apt lie
Dreamer of a blue sky
Internet is making fools

Where are we from last year
And what of the year to come?
Happenstance is romance
Pierce me with a lead lance
Take me to an older load

After all that we've seen
Can we say what we've become?
Creators of an old man's whim
Breaking only what we can
In the maître's blood mind
Maybe we should rewind
Maybe we could stop and think

What's in the words that you prefer
That in mine you can't find?
And what of beautiful nonsense
Does perturb your gorgeous mind?

Are you so blinded by the truth
There is no musing in divine?
And is your only nature pleasant
When the daily pain, your eyes might blind?

By what of truth, does reign aloof?
And where does fact not fall?
And how might every night I lie
If I can't sleep them all?

If every morrow, bide in sorrow,
as my beck and call,
Should life, by mine, become a bore
Might I relive it all?

Or revel in the stranger things
And write for wrong,
Or to my grave, I crawl.