Like breathing flames on a manaquins mane
Blasting past the first pirate mast
Of a brotherly love that never came to pass
But no story was told that night
Underneath the starry nights gold
Waves lapping, breaking tight and fast
Should've seen her eyes in gasp
A late night break away pass
Of a lover's wish broken and tainted like painted glass
Bearing all that life has to offer in pain
Deuces wild still going insane
Lack of focus as the hills are filled with locusts
Touching voids where there should be hope
Highlighting passages of dead masters
That lay with eyes plastered
Shadowy alabaster
Money grubbing and money *******
Trudging through the muck like everyone else these days
Praying above right into the sun
Piano blaring bright all night, all night, all night
With the beat of a drum making me hum
Nothing else in the world but the hanging willows and its turns
No there's nothing in this world
But the slight hum of a hummingbirds love
Too much and nothing at all
Heartbreak in the morning
Nighttime forlornin'
But the push, the great push
Is something that strives high in all that run mad
Towards nothing at all and everything
Clouds breaking like mist from the highest waterfall
Poems crippling the poets eyes, their fingers, their guns
Motor cars reeling in movies flashing on global screens
White letters print themselves nakedly
For only the intellectual eye to see
Breathing in and out in and out in and out
But never again wanting to see to believe
Touching terrible temptations
Loving lurid lullabies
Obsessing obesely at obelisks
Of ancient pasts that through time
Never were meant to last
A search is on the wake of high flanking warriors rake
Gifted and grafted the crash of a thousand waves falls silent
Buildings rush into themselves
Rains pour gallons upon gallons forever more
Ravens remember their mother's maiden names
While there father's are still on the make
A gift of the God's as they continue to ****
The mind's of men and women who choose to remember them
Protecting the streets that crumble with the steps of the weary
Dollar signs growing faint, dollar bills floating dreary
Still more to see still more to be still more to die for still more to love for
Could the life of all this land be just another skip in the master plan?
Friends forgotten for famous foreign fans
Freshening up for the grim reaper's return
Look sharp
Look dressed
Red hair rises as brown hair surprises
Honking in Manhattan as the earth was once thought flattened
Laughter runs amok among the empty streets once filled with ducks
Today there was a way to stay on top o' things
But I know deep down
There was just no way I was ever gonna' stay