And it was not till this day, that I looked upon her saddened grisly face that time had erased, and taken away and deformed, and it was not till this day that I came to realize, why it was fated that she be fortuned with love and not I, but upon this realization I smiled...
Breaking free from the jaded haze this winding maze their walls ?
Rattling chains these halls be they kind today nay, a nuisance nirvana..
In Septenary's fortuned palms ? Her seraphims medievals hieroglyphic charms.
As a treasure sanguines heart; hidden within this field
Called life arriving upon but another day in hopes of finding
His perfect place ? Sacred sitting atop the world outside; mirrors
Seeking Spirit of mine always closing these eyes inside to envision
The purity in It's prize ? Longing to grasp then hold celestials clarity amid
Fortuned palms illuminations drenching rains as a cloud burst; Beauty..
Colourful love's essence aside Autumn's bows; pouring their reasons cups
We live if in fact we live beyound the painteds, superficial realms ?
These temporal displays glittering spectrums arrays waning mirages
Disappearing like the wind one day dreams, swept away phantoms
Intangible to touch their breath nor even fathom now the jubilee; boxes
Of dust jewels be a masquerade ? Metaphors, they have become....
Thus when I arise unto this gift set afore my eyes; tis sanguines sought
After heart's which I seek ? Tomorrows treasures amid a world left longing
Her purity aneath Love's beautiful cloud burst; Illuminations, drenching rains.
He brought me a stone in his green uniform,
A gift from a distant land to see he loves me still;
And the joy that he gave me his presence of five years waste,
For he is my son the one almost lose in strange sands.
He brought me a body in pain, a rock as it was before,
A smile scorched with salty sighs teasing him as never it was;
And the smile on his face as he told he still the son
The one who left the nest many summers ago.
He brings my old body to his chest each time he cries in despair
A son he is still a son to see through the rosebud light;
Amid condor-filled sighs and through it he has a dream gone wrong
Because he isn’t the son I have before which angels watch him to sleep.
God, lead him gently and find him a good wife
In the morning when it’s light and spring,
For I know this Mother eventually cannot see all of these
Because you should know I am not pretty as one day I was.
Serenity, this late autumn's joyful early morn
Quietly watching, the red candlelight's aglow
Incense petals its tiny yellow flame, reaching
Unto these perfumed remnants of the night..
As but a gentle whisper she sways; removing
Her blue negligee; sliding from velvet beauty
Fortuned be the waiting floor; soft silhouette
Kissing, her silk breast; the warmth; her love.
She tells me it’s hopeless
She just won’t come down
Circles are shaded
Boundaries are built to cross
Highways are fortuned
And nothing seems important
I should call her
Or I should drive my way
Are we all just kind of doing whatever
Until something real comes along
Or are we all in limbo
Just sharing our songs in doubt
So what’s your purpose
And I don’t get it all myself
And I learned from Stoppard
That life’s a gamble at terrible odds
Holding closely, to what she said
Tragedians at our finest
And the real world's
Coming for our heads
Are we all just kind of doing whatever
Until something real comes along
Or are we all in limbo
Just sharing our songs of wrong
And she just wont calm down
She says she’s been about
And around this sound
She says it’s not worth it
It’s all just a hopeless
Little realm that we live in
And I couldn’t change her mind
Even if I wanted to
So I just sat next to her
On this bus ride to Kansas city
Beautifully broken
She touched my hand and said
Oklahoma’s great
But you’re going to love this town