In this grassy ground he lay
His body rests without dismay
To see that he now holds no sorrow
Will give me hope yet for tomorrow
Beneath this ground lay he in peace
Beneath here lay O'l Grey Maurice

O' Horrid love; despaired as I
Please take no more from me
For thou has taken much tonight
As thou has made them flee
And I will rise just as I've done
The past crates, the future comes
                  And I will rise
                  And I will rise
Just as the restless morning sun

O' Horrid love; despaired as I
You've done enough to show
As in my restless nights I cry
Your mission is to grow
And so I've lost in all your jest
I have been wounded for the best
                  And so I've lost
                  And so I've lost
But I know well that it's a test

O' Horrid love; despaired as I
I see now your despair
To wish and hope, with much a'try
To build with nothing there
As you unfold your greatest plan
You suffer tragedies at hand
                  As you unfold
                  As you unfold!--
You lose no hope for those who stand

Not many understand the concept of breathing
For the rain became placid
And as of result, my mind became numb
And as the serenity of what is
Becomes the serenity of what was,
Our bodies travel forward
In this Fourth Dimension
  
People Lose Sight Of Time

And what a proficient view!
Men walk the streets beneath
Their great umbrellas,
People feign their beliefs in humanity
But as it so happens to be--

There Is None

"Why won't you come my darling?
Where is it that you plan to go?"
And she would ignore the very syllables
I pathetically spat
And the very life of the sound had withered away

It became your favorite toy,
You know?
The one you lent your cousin;
The one that lost it's heroism in his hands
As it lost it's leg--
As his Fourth Dimensional state changed in what
seemed to be an instant!

So entirely drastic
For my change was not noticeable
To the naked eye--
And what a proficient view!--
That one only sees my eyes water
And my lungs spout a shriek
Nothing drastic

But Now I Can't Shriek

For I am now a man
And my lungs may only keep me breathing,

Or so the concept goes

Leading the wind in the wrong direction
I'm doing everything wrong
It'd flawless
    More flawless
      If only perfection
        Was all and
      Defections
    Were gone
And the wind will ****
It will torture my lead
   It will **** everything
     Opposite of our greed
  And as so carved in stone
As created to plead
     As created to master
     my soul just to breed
       more bad thoughts
          in my
         head
O' please just go instead
   I don't deserve you;
Perfection ain't dead.

I've felt it deep as I walked down this road
I've felt it deep as I stumbled
And Here I am where my speaking's just mumbles
O' and I've felt it deep as I crumbled

But think of your madness
It's sunk into me
It's sunk through my clothes
Through my eyes and I can't see

But you can;
Why won't you set yourself free
Why can't you just
Forget about me?

Flamboyancy and wit
     Such things are of attribute
But one can only imagine!
     Imagine that there was this.

Aphrodite has walked
     On your toes
But then to imagine
     That life would grant
Such fortune as to be
     Graced with such misery

But this Flamboyancy and wit--
     Where can I find it?      
Where must i go; but to
     The ends of this world

No--

You see, this Flamboyancy
     Found in all it's buoyancy
Among my mind, it
     Found all it's Flamboyant wit
Just treading by; and then
     it sat at my side in
All it's marvelous, buoyant
     wight
In all it's marvelous, buoyant
     wit.

So locks of perfection,
     Crispy and brown
Armored at the teeth
     I wouldn't say more than
Could be meant, but I meant well
     As it was a fancy

I've touched this crisp and
     It is, but the softest--
Just the greatest of all
     Things--
Setting the standard
     And there
It sat to my right...

So there's this elaborate Charm
     Such flamboyant carelessness
This luxuriant eminence
     Of pure intellect
Sports-y and adequate
     Not in my reach

But this Flamboyancy and style!
     Such wit in her words
Such grace in her laugh
     Such power in that mind
And those witty words are
     Sharper than paper
For paper cuts hurt more than
     The broken bone
And paper cuts can hinder
     more than crutches

And Beelzebub does the devil
      Set aside,
For hers stare is innocence
      That moves mountains
As the hand of God did
     And melted Hell's fire
As the ice from Pluto might

Yet no Asclepius is of help
     At the sharp pound of her eye
You'll land in a comma
     You'd dream of more grace--
Like an angelic Succubus
     That kills with innocence

And this Flamboyancy,
     This wit--
It sat right at my right
     But my inept pliancy
Will find itself in a buoyant
     Force of a thousand
Jedi and of a strength that
     Only the proper charisma
Could ever properly
     Sustain--

And until such appears
     I'll just worship that allure--
That accidental allure
     Of Universal forces
As that of which is found the second
     Iron is formed in a Red Giant

Nothing else would
     Please me more...