I paint quietly my admiration
of your kind and silent coronations
watching your spears rise upright
as if a porcupine queen released her spines
You could be so untouchable
without your soft smiling eyes
with every swagger of indifference
I see that they are all flippant lies
Do not kid a kidder
do not rely on facts
I do not go by your rules
versatile are my tracks
In English lanes of high standing
I walk with the quiet men
and to the valley of fools
we are deemed to truly end
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
I paint quietly my admiration
of your kind and silent coronations
watching your spears rise upright
as if a porcupine queen released her spines
You could be so untouchable
without your soft smiling eyes
with every swagger of indifference
I see that they are all flippant lies
Do not kid a kidder
do not rely on facts
I do not go by your rules
versatile are my tracks
In English lanes of high standing
I walk with the quiet men
and to the valley of fools
we are deemed to truly end
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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