the big easy
is hard lives, what gives this rainy city so sublime, it's almost a pity that streets are lined with **** pests and rats in the alleyways how did things get so ****** or have they always been? overpasses with people lying underneath so many homeless it staggers the mind to think bread bags and coffees floating in the wake of the ferries outnumbering 10 to 1 the loads that they carry all the old growth coming down all the gold of their headpieces tinfoil hats fashioned from crowns no jazz or blues can save them from the fate that waits an engraving reading, here lies what once was a haven
They called us crazy
Mocked the crowns upon our heads + the flowers in our hair But they really don't know us They will never care So we continue our Monarchy of Roses To hide from our awful despair Bleeding in wonderful hues We die together in the stars Our lavish deaths will be remembered And we shall wreak havoc from afar.
I don't really know, I was doodling and the top stanza popped into my head. It reminds me of something that might belong in the Hunger Games, like a poem from the Capital.
with ebony bewitching. A sliver of gold pierces the veil. Stalemate defined by velveteen seas. Eyes of steel incandescent under the blacksmiths hands. The finest sapphires inlaid. A woman in hand the mightiest of weapons. Snowy mountains nourished the victory of Man. Gravid in mysticism keeper of seeds bloomed the Kings strength.
— The End —