theres a boulder on my shoulder
for the curse has passed my lips.
Theres a chain around my ankle
now that i've spoken of my bliss.
Hanged for a fool
i said i loved her
stone me in my shackles now.
I've given leave to let her cool.
When she was kept precarious
she never was this cruel.
The night held charms from which he drew
from the night he drew
from his lips he blew
upon the exceptional possesion
he smashed the beauties cradle
and held it in his arms
and so took flight
within the night
beauty in his arms
Frowned and yawned the father
the mother cried and moaned
deaf ears were the reception
the crib was empty still and warm
times is your thief....
(under construction)
from the night he drew
from his lips he blew
upon the exceptional possesion
he smashed the beauties cradle
and held it in his arms
and so took flight
within the night
beauty in his arms
Frowned and yawned the father
the mother cried and moaned
deaf ears were the reception
the crib was empty still and warm
times is your thief....
(under construction)
paradigm
I've spoken quietly to you
in ways you never hear
subtle silence
masks
subtle violence
designed
I've spoken quietly to you
in ways that draw you near.
in ways you never hear
subtle silence
masks
subtle violence
designed
I've spoken quietly to you
in ways that draw you near.
take my ears
Parables play about me and
mouths induce the fear
whispers; death
death
bloody death.
Catch the fear
it all ends here
you've no career
no lover near
your fate is clear
whispers; death
bloody death.
mouths induce the fear
whispers; death
death
bloody death.
Catch the fear
it all ends here
you've no career
no lover near
your fate is clear
whispers; death
bloody death.
today
more or less the gooey mess
spills over into day.
Barking orders to the lonely limbs
who jerk to swim
obeying whims
avoiding sins
in the messy glooey clay
of day to day
... (under construction)
spills over into day.
Barking orders to the lonely limbs
who jerk to swim
obeying whims
avoiding sins
in the messy glooey clay
of day to day
... (under construction)
a week day
Crazy annabelle goes walking down my street.
She has her hair pinned up.
Whole worlds collide behind her eyes.
she looks so tall.
She has her hair pinned up.
Whole worlds collide behind her eyes.
she looks so tall.
she whispered
Long had he sat upon that throne,
the king of fools.
His heavy shoulders were mountains carved in oak
scarred so completely as to read like an ancient text.
His whole body a legend of war and strife.
The woman saw this and felt for the old fool.
He stood before her now, before them all.
The great king sighed then spoke.
"long have i ruled you my fools and far we have come.
Now though i fear the age of fools is near past
and all must seek a new path.
I am a monarch out of context.
Histories course lays dammed at the base of my stronghold.
it is for me to move aside."
The great king fell silent
a painful grimace lit the lines of his face
faithful retainers ran to support him
but the king waved them away roaring,
"this king leans on no man!".
She thought not, but moved to him.
"lean on me" she whispered
"for i am no man and you are no fool".
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