sometimes my mind wanders
and I just ride along
never knowing where it’s headed
I relax and hum song
we go to far off places
without a worldly care
and together there’s so many
adventures that we share
swash bucklers fighting pirates
knights of long ago
cowboys fighting outlaws
a dancer in a show
when my mind wanders
I just enjoy the ride
cause no matter where it takes me
I’m always satisfied
Hue Obsessed Ideals
No man my superior
Be, nor inferior
To a degree
When he and I agree
From despair’s begging cups
To wealth’s wanton cusp
When reason dies
All lies turn into flies
But before agreement
Must be interment
There, wherever
Hate scatters its fever
If man in his glory
Basks in infamy
Asks without shame
Why him? All stays the same
But if instead he says
Let us give praise
No matter the hue
For sure, dreams will come true
Hue obsessed ideals kill
Spreading terror still
In blazing fields
Wielding bucklers, and shields
Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto I
Verses 8 and 9
Swords, bucklers, "apparatus belli" seen,
all shields escutheoned by their family sign.
Pass gate, across bridged moat, on road called Queen,
ranks coursed their way toward Broughton Place of pine.
Impedimenta came last most in line
with youthful squires and pikemen, archers bold.
Because of rain on cold food they would dine;
they'd eat at Lystrom Creek wet knights were told.
Such running stream was fine marked resting place of old.
Stephanus' squire pitched knight's tent by swift creek,
all battle weapons dried of rain and teamed
with pennant high on stave for those who seek
the Sire of Playston Manor oaken beamed.
Man's shield was blazon leopard gold it seemed
to rise from sea of azure bright as sky.
Round buckler gold against the stave was deemed
to be the grandest shield of those near by.
It leaned against the pole and told of valor high.
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