Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

When Vicious Things Will Be the Saint

Silly tenderness’s wanted with body
For what reason its brilliant bloom
Heart was hurting more often, it’s hurting
It was tempting to somewhere like doom.
Here the banal things took their beauty
And the vicious things will be the saint
And black colour’ll be white in the future
Something hard will be easy, it’s fate.
So long time I have breath without patience 
Can I feed youthful fired brains?
And I give trough the shade of temptation
Just new sense for the words, just new sense.
And the serious things will be funny
And the laughable will be the great
All is coloured, the being is sunny
All’s decorous according the fate.
Silly tenderness’s wanted with body
And the passion is stronger today
I want feel with my skin you in hunting
I want you without something delay.
And the banal things took their beauty
And the vicious things will be the saint
And black colour is white, my future
made the hard things so easy, it’s great.

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David Smith July 9, 2016 at 5:26 PM Good you are still writing. Playing with words does no harm. A purpose can be found but rarely lost from playing with words. And when we find purpose we can be strong for others. Your skill with words is developing. Try a topic of which you know nothing to enhance your great skill. All words hold beauty. David from NZ