Kings reign in their palaces
to lead
Farmers in farm
to weed
Observe the ants in need
Though a uniquely enormous breed
They labour not for greed
At heart they’ve agreed
None will go, for food plead
They sought not to impede
Neither none to exceed
By the second, minute...
...they ‘ll knead
In all of our efforts
to proceed
In self-glory we fought
to succeed
Once again see the ants in deed
As a force they wholly concede
Seeking to serve with speed
All’s longing they’ll heed
If it’ll take them to bleed
They all will not reced
Until all are freed.
I dream of crimson early evenings,
of smoldering clouds of afterglow
I share the longing of stray pigeons
for home skylines they dearly know
I wish to fly away from the nightmare
of the truth of me here in death row!
.
Love latent in us unladled cloyed our heart with pain
Orgasmic thoughts that seed our efforts vain
Residues of things that will not walk away
Nested in the memories few, the longing lips to say
Always in innocense, yet love yearns still for you.
There once was a day where lonely hearts could play
without any pain, blame or suffering
There once was a night, where the love was just so right
nothing to stop them, no one to hold them
responsible
There once was a hour where with no thoughts in mind
only the feelings of longing inside
to feel that closeness shared so true
Between the man and women subdued
fallen in without a raft
drifting further out to sea
with no protection in sight
They gave into fear of needing someone
of needing a place to be
closed up inside, their bodies were tight
and no longer, hungering
There once was a minute, where lonely hearts could lay
without any commitment, from midnight to day
enveloped indeed, these lonely hearts bleed
for something much more desiring
For this is the second, where lonely hearts think
that life could change so drastically
and everything, from that moment on
their hopes and their dreams, were so far gone
But not out of touch, and not out of reach
for this is the time, for new beginnings.
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