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Crown Of Sonnets-part1
Doth create in a blink a master's eye Forms places that only moments ago Could not yet exist, but now we do spy Yet moments ago we did choose to roe To roe upon this master mind of mine We seem to find that rhythm does not end We shall find no end to a twinkling time That does seem to want and will wait to bend A creation that only I command To my tongue the words will try to make sound Hand me a pen for the words are unplanned To fly off my pen to seek to be crowned Create in the mist an image of gold Gold painted not for the eyes to behold Gold painted not for the eyes to behold I did create that in this world of mine For you see among us the dark takes hold Takes hold among the hearts and minds of swine The swine of man who only likes to spy They try to create that world of their own Although here I sit choosing the winds cry Choosing those that will sit upon that throne So tall so small they may or may not be When counting down the seconds are soon gone Seconds that did not have to go pay that fee As they soon come to know they are all pawns They masquerade around acting the part So beautiful created not with dye So beautiful created not with dye I find fiery breath of the dragon strong Yet greater I do find the gift to try Try and succeed in creating this song For those among the crowd do watch me dance Laughing and scorning at my chosen speed Wait, you there do you not see this romance That in time builds and with speed might just bleed How could you, know that in my hidden mind There sits a place upon that edge a rest Worlds that hidden may or may not be kind Where in that place shall that phoenix take nest You try to capture the phoenix to hold My words they seem to create something bold My words they seem to create something bold Hidden not, they flow above they create Something you might just be able to hold Or will you choose to close to lock a gate Oh how far do the wild thoughts do roam Aboad, about inside the wild blooms Upon this stoney path you see a gnome That gnome hidden and whose name seem to loom To touch my pen the ink to the blank sheets Although the words like magic they will seem Once born alive they come as words like sweets To melt and mix to build the needed cream I create words of cream to make the toon Something that I shall spin upon the moon Something that I shall spin upon the moon Seems to me nothing more than a odd dream Yet here I do write a tale of a loon That you might just dance to upon that stream So seeking that adventure in the mist I choose to take not the headed advice Yet here I do choose those who might be kissed Upon that hidden mask of words with spice Create those hidden places among things Mysteries when seen seem to be untold The story of that so full of those rings That echo loud and far to those few sold Finding I choose the story of that tusk As the fairy doth dance into the dusk As the fairy doth dance into the dusk I laugh to create the forest within The forest that the fairy full of lusk Created to hide away his great sin To laugh inside I fly upon the words I use the words to melt and mix my spell For there is no need for those lies and cords That you will tie around the gated well Seeking only entertainment they come Seeking entertainment they do not count Counting down those echoes that silent drum That only become the stories account Sometimes I have to wonder on that tune That I create a story of a loon that I create a story of a loon Or could it be a story for a soul You see the loon is only in the moon Yet the soul does delight all in the goal I sit here, I create to my content I don't stop to say aloud hidden words I make sure to record that which is spent Upon the moon sits and sings a blue bird I find so many in this maze of mind here it is written down upon the page No longer we find it is intertwined With the words that I did write for that wage Then once again the fairy is a lusk Yet there in the mist is the stories tusk
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