Get some space from this place, too many ways to say the king is vain,
But I make it plain, bleeding grace from my veins to displace the rain
Of fire brought by the squire's higher order who order the pain,
******* what a shame, this whole sham is a game, how lame can you get?
Before your insane brain lets go the chain of the meek, you grow weak
With the weeks like the way a dam leaks, think honestly when you speak,
And the sleek throne will honor your reigns' peak, don't freak just streak the roads
With humble abodes for your crumbling kin, stumbling within their
Fears as you raise cheers to a dynasty all your own, but let it
Be known Kings die nasty like Caesar and lastly we can either
Rule our own minds or drool away time by letting life fall in line...

"You can't hold the torrent,
Of salty water,
Captive.

You can't keep it all,
Locked up,
Inside.

You can't stop the hidden,
Tides from,
Rising.

So let go,
Just cry."

)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

You are weak and snivelling
A child just past its cradling
Cry all you wish
And I bet it won't change ****.

But I hear that voice
Never before disturbed
Asking for consideration
From gods never heard.

If I were a god
I'd be embarrassed
To have neglected such sweetness
If I were a god
I'd lie with the mud-crushed cretins.

But I am no god
And I cry
At all the lost chances
At all the children's lies.

(Inspired by article below)

I.

Continuity
your filibuster egg of sand
dazzled curiosity
with creaky shell of hints
heaped upon the tedium
of knowledge's unfurl undeterred
by encyclopedic impatience

Assurances of rip(Van Winkl)ed
economics shooed paper strings of
revelation like anarchy-powered
taxes summoning a foreword
to anachronistic campaigns
of environmental friendliness

II.

Meanwhile years
have been filed down to flashes of
chronology for continuity's organic rebus

However long it took
the economic karma to fall into the
abodes of hedonistic pharaohs
it was instant

Skin that ruled behind the constitution
of allergic breath
bailed on the bones against their most
sublime intentions

Limbo-treading landlords
huddled in their mummified freeze
after breadline bashers scolded them
with the spoils of a new brand
of pyramid scheming

Robbers of the coffin palaces
stole the intimations of identity
theft from today

Immortality and freedom
were compelled to share a meaning
like estranged siblings
or bound dynasties

I(a).

Abydos
how you coyly toyed with us
with a diversion bordering on monolithic

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