Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
       Are sweeter.
Two lovers caught in time.
John Keats screams my name
and withers my bones with age.
"She cannot fade"
They never age,
they never transgress.
The art captures time
and in life, the clock hands never cease.
My fingers melt the candle wax
as the leaves cover her hair.
And my forehead burns,
as you glance over at my soul.
Maybe there's happiness in Spring.
Are the frozen depictions on the tomb
a prison?
As Keats denounces
"Ye know on earth and all ye need to know."
Thus, do not try to understand the pain.
The Earth will keep moving anyway.
Let what be to be.
You will never receive the answers you need.
So live your life and try to succeed.
"Beauty is truth and truth, beauty."*
Go and trash that seltzer bottle,
there is no background meaning this time.
You ****** up and that's that.
Move the **** on, as you like to tell me.
Dwelling in the past like Tennyson
will only **** you in Camelot.
Just travel back to your home town,
and cry yourself to death.
Why did he paint that Mona Lisa?
It is an enigma while I get higher on
blue and gold grass.
Reason and Logic
is not always the way to understand
the Universe.
You must be content to know
the mysteries and relax.
But I can't accept it,
let's go find out.
Make your universe
smaller and eat up
the dark matter.
While String Theory
launches me into an ether world.
Know this, it is better to appreciate
rather than to uncover the secrets lying within.