If silence were to overwhelm in quiet noise
Noise to overwhelm in loud silence
We would.....would we?
Resume to mediocrity
Squander in and out of the
Hum drum notion
A shallow scale of beige
Quick quicksand, slow quick quick slow pace
To a death by chocolate wrapped up in a silver
Game plan of beige instructions
You told me this before signing irrelevancy into
The first line
Out of the way to straightforward
Mental monotony......you wrote
We walked waywardly
Shells scrambled underfoot
To find contrast amiss
You didn't talk
Of wandering off course, the
Art of expression took
Our lullaby
We read the recipe for cement, cooked on
High alert
Locked one another in the eye....
beadily
Chose safely, colours of beige
Walled......wall to wall.
Behind the shadowed brickwork
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 1:15 PM UTC
If silence were to overwhelm in quiet noise
Noise to overwhelm in loud silence
We would.....would we?
Resume to mediocrity
Squander in and out of the
Hum drum notion
A shallow scale of beige
Quick quicksand, slow quick quick slow pace
To a death by chocolate wrapped up in a silver
Game plan of beige instructions
You told me this before signing irrelevancy into
The first line
Out of the way to straightforward
Mental monotony......you wrote
We walked waywardly
Shells scrambled underfoot
To find contrast amiss
You didn't talk
Of wandering off course, the
Art of expression took
Our lullaby
We read the recipe for cement, cooked on
High alert
Locked one another in the eye....
beadily
Chose safely, colours of beige
Walled......wall to wall.
Behind the shadowed brickwork
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