The Heat Is On
The Heat Is On
In valiant days of ore,
The most brilliant flare of ambiant excursion
A slight glimmer of radiance;
With time well spent in thought,
Yet still marked on a blotted page fully intact;
Although the twilight sin had tainted my inner vision,
We have drawn a paradox in the sand
It is my hope that someday we will live to understand
The heat is on within its timeless hue,
What are we in our society willing to do
A brilliant note of sorrow in our timeless facade display;
With chosen idols we have openly embraced along the way,
With sand sifted through an hourglass,
Faces in the window with pain in the night
The swift reflection of an image caught in time;
Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric sway in ambiance,
A soft answered displayed in words in flight;
To forget the night deep within endless plight,
A word spoken in the fullest of night;
A reflection of an image caught up in time,
Among ellusive ventures caught up in rhetoric ambiance,
A sought after display of words in flight;
To forget the night deep within endless plight,
A word spoken in the fullness of time;
We mix words through our own agendas,
The heat is on so adjust your fenders.
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When Words Are Not Enough
Let us seek to be fair in the grand scheme of things
Lazy diamonds too cheap to ever order a side of onion rings;
Let us never relent until the fat lady sings,
Many as of late have grown irrational & disturbed,
They ignore the mainstream as if one hasn't heard
When words are not enough,
When society makes you want to quit & give up;
Never relent in ever giving up on the fight,
Fly off with the captain leading a vast army in white;
In fancy decorated briars dressed in decorum filled hue,
What are we as a society willing to do;
As if some caged rat that was hidden in a tiny hole,
There has to be a bitter end in this toll
Some just put on some good music to let the times roll;
Others ponder a certain way of escape,
Heading off by the Dune's on the Cape;
Others simply take their time to bake a cake,
Many take out their pillows & sleep too late;
Still clearer heads have prevailed,
While some have found theirs lying in the sewer;
There is a vast army of heavenly host just waiting to deliver,
In life the less that you give your a taker...
When words are not enough speak with actions,
For out of the course of actions speak louder then words;
A nirvana of help would evoke some tender solace,
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The March Of Rhymes
Although the mere thought of sun has tainted my vision
Was there something else you have been missing
The hero calls to yonder shore all alone;
As if a stray dog was in search of its bone,
The march of rhymes lives among a passing few;
A papal pew decorated in the vast ambiance in love,
With a certain crimesome tide to come undone;
Just after a police chase we will run to & fro,
Amidst the delicate fragrance of a passing ego;
Within smiles of vast chartered words,
A center of reflection in the pryamid of choice
Let us linger throughout the madness & rejoice!
A pleasant smile still we knew all the while;
A sore vexed temperment on the loose cannon,
With the march of rhymes will succeed so many times;
Out of mere laughter we can derive its inner pain,
A delightful fragrant scent of fallen early morning rain;
As swift bullets fly through the ambiant sky,
Some settle for a peanut butter & jelly
That instead a nice ham on rye;
The march of rhymes sings as time passes by
Sometimes its just not enough but for to give it one last try?
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Let Your Words Be Few
Faces in the window storms in the night;
That very encounter with saving truth
Then marked on a blotted page intact,
To dream then to soar ever higher then before;
In light of visualization toward inner hindsight
The swift passerby should challenge the system
Yet through the challenge we can agree;
Perhaps this life is just a make believe?
Change your thinking & change your life,
Amidst the given strife one can think twice;
Sometimes it will just take a roll of the dice
Still let your words be few,
At night at church amidst a papal pew
What are we as a society to do?
The fatal onslaught of abortion in our papal borrowed pews,
A vast notion of thought by which to heavenly ponder,
Perhaps its the intent of love toward our call up a yonder ?
Let your words be few in the ****** of time;
Inner pain,
Where the whole entire world is totally insane!
W.O.R.L.D: Weird
Overly
Rude
Lying
Devils!