On a royal visit by chance
Queen Liz spots a crew who breakdance
She throws down her bag
And cries 'sod one's jet lag'
'Dagnammit, I'm gonna get up n prance!'

Dudes talking about 9's and 45's that don't even exist
I'm beat'em with 2 hands and 6 kicks.
Always an out-fit, now matter what I wore.
Threw the sheep's clothing on the floor.
Because of my style, live my life in exile.
Cause being normal, isn't normal anymore.
Went from being the ****, to the top of the pile.
Others may not live by rules, I'm a King, so that's my style.
these Jokers around a bunch of fools,
But, sometimes you need a Royal flush, these Jokers rule.
Or they start playing Aces for fools, making their own rules.
They don't understand, the role of a king,
in paradise, just doing their thing,
not bold enough to step in the ring,
sitting in their chair - men, trying to
rule a king.

They say
"Is it really worth it,
To read between the lines?
I've never really cared that much
And It's done me just fine!"

           I say
          "To see something naturally deemed perfect?
           With an eye always turned blind
           And comfortably concealed
           Behind the clouded thoughts of kind -
           Mothers and Fathers of times past by
           That you've suffered and you've fought
           Sometimes left feeling distraught
           There's nothing left to have faith in now
           No royal of the sort
           To kneel before and hide your thoughts
           Be loyal to yourself for once
           You know that you're worth more, have pride
           Morality is an ability of yours
           There since birth and always will be
           The reality is richer rather than poor

           So Yes! you should question
           Find out more open intentioned
           Open up and peak outside
           Logic beckons you not to hide
           What answers may arise
           Is far beside this point of mine
           Just swim the sea
           Just ride the tide
           Earth is our own playing ground
           Look for things inside
           If these discoveries could sing at you
           I think they surely would
           Just waiting for knowledge to be took from them
           Beckoning to be found!".

Beauty, lovely, my young friend
Your name brings joy to no end
My Princess, know my love is unending
My brokenness you are mending

The one I always long to see
With no one else I'd rather be
My Princess, your heart is my gold
Let your hand fill mine, the mold.

Forever to know you, Forever as mine
To let love grow as a flourishing vine
My Princess, love me, as I love you.
For a greater love, I never knew.

Am I true to myself or do I live for the expectations of others
I got lost in this world and forgot who I am.
But still held captive by my own conscious

A reign of tyranny has began.
I armour myself with their fear.
With love trying to illuminate my heart,

I seek console in ******, that way I maintain my sanity.

With my unending quest to escape the drudgery of my leadership,

My journey as a cynic  has just started.

November dazzles
In its mundanity.
The month between the
Russet autumn and blue winter.
Skeletal leaves
on the lyre are strung
In azure frosts
in emerald forests
and encrusted with rubies.
Novembers reclines in its throne.
In a minute,
a minute or so
It will slip to salt
and December's long
bequeathed chorus will begin
And so I will savour
these few shining seconds
a little longer.