let us speak in tones.....
hushed......
of mountains and molehills.
benchmarked by tape measures,
underscored, with
concerned....
apprehension.
for now it is time,
to masticate the elephant
and the roaring lion too.
with silver plated forks
and knifes undulled....
with use.
slap down your....
grievance
on the noritake dinnerware
and partition....
the proportion,
dissect the angst,
and delicately place,
the rage,
between your bloodless lips.
to sit ashlike on your.....
scathing tongue.
we will drink....
once more,
one last time, one sip of,
your aged bitterbile wine,
in leaden crystal goblets.
smile at your witticisms,
however, humdrum...
and malign.
and then,when the elephant,
is but ivory and leather.
and the king of beasts,
now, but a tattered rug....
upon your floor.
we shall cry....
jubilee, jubilee, cry freedom.
our indenture is finally done.
emancipation now has come.
and we will run.......
we will run.
it is then,we will be.....
looking at life,
with kaleidescope eyes.
fitted with lenses of love, joy,
and liberty, crystalized.....
within.
we will be,dancing......
the fandango,
with robust, rebellious gusto
and singing glory....
hallelujah riffs.
and o' there will be......
laughter and big broad
smiles.
and o' there will be ....
hugging
and much comfort shared.
and the door will be ...
open...
for anyone......
to come sit and chatter...
on for a while.
heaven on earth.......
heaven on earth...
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
let us speak in tones.....
hushed......
of mountains and molehills.
benchmarked by tape measures,
underscored, with
concerned....
apprehension.
for now it is time,
to masticate the elephant
and the roaring lion too.
with silver plated forks
and knifes undulled....
with use.
slap down your....
grievance
on the noritake dinnerware
and partition....
the proportion,
dissect the angst,
and delicately place,
the rage,
between your bloodless lips.
to sit ashlike on your.....
scathing tongue.
we will drink....
once more,
one last time, one sip of,
your aged bitterbile wine,
in leaden crystal goblets.
smile at your witticisms,
however, humdrum...
and malign.
and then,when the elephant,
is but ivory and leather.
and the king of beasts,
now, but a tattered rug....
upon your floor.
we shall cry....
jubilee, jubilee, cry freedom.
our indenture is finally done.
emancipation now has come.
and we will run.......
we will run.
it is then,we will be.....
looking at life,
with kaleidescope eyes.
fitted with lenses of love, joy,
and liberty, crystalized.....
within.
we will be,dancing......
the fandango,
with robust, rebellious gusto
and singing glory....
hallelujah riffs.
and o' there will be......
laughter and big broad
smiles.
and o' there will be ....
hugging
and much comfort shared.
and the door will be ...
open...
for anyone......
to come sit and chatter...
on for a while.
heaven on earth.......
heaven on earth...
for joe coles freedom
a reworking of an older piece.....
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