Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.
Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections
deeply confessed.
Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.
Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.
Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.
Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.
Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.
Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.
Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.
Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.
I grope gossips
and chamois if chargrin
and sense like there is forlorn
and there is gruff and chide
oh! if love be a centre
of human life and existence
why call for cracks and grudges?
why profane like a night waves?
can it behold to make excuses?
to haunt and hallow ever?
what contagion is a nightmare contempt?
what conspiracy and blue contest?
what went wrong last blue?
or could it be a factor of woe or foe?
or still it be contemporary air to so rely?
to seize and hold , ay! to damage?
oh! Broker tell me when love
has tis become flame?
that thou is blind to reason
at least to answer imagination
suppose there is a trick
like there is a supposition
suppose there is false
and implication to act
now, tell me the leaving
the unimpaired or the unsuspected for get
thanks be to process of law
for it could never allow
supposed
so is a problem of a
poised.
The dazzling sun outside on the rise
The doctor through his teeth lies
Cause of death, a newly crowned virus
Making fools of the best of us
They know little; we know a little less
Whatever got us into this fine mess?
A dysfunctional health system gone awry
Our people, in the sun, to fry
The ruling class to the rescue quick
To broker deals for the sick
They came out richer and how
After milking dry, the donor cow
Schools closed, small enterprises too
The official crisis response we rue
The epidemic out of control rages
Midst our plunging wages
They fall over themselves
Rush to tap on the blessing
Urged on by the holy man
Wallets are turned out
Blessings are decreed
Souls upturned await
They study not the word
Preacher has a direct line
To the creator and maker
#Luis 2017
To you my heart broker
You force my eyes to rain tears
And pains uneasy for my heart to endure
I can't hang in with this disloyalty of yours
Since You cultivate an avenging soul
That won't forgive your misdeeds.
You manufacture a hatred
In my heart to never trust anyone
I will hate love
And bury all love affections in my sad heart
And turn my eyes blind not to stare at any girl
My heart broker you are now going away
Away from my heart
That have been already broken into pieces
By you.
While planning which sermons to miss
the fiction-broker static lies
atop a pine-strewn precipice,
his peristalsis boiling skies.
The tumult teething down beneath
the fiction-broker's solvent sighs
concerns the crumbled ashen wreath,
whose burning so the priest denies.
As lanterns light procession tips
sadistic laughs combine with cries;
the fiction-broker slurps his lips
at thoughts of those he does despise.
I came to this world as Flinthead and departed as Openbill
I was a Wall Street Stork Broker