align the trisyllabic
Words hide within the letters
No i can do better
I love the light that licks the darkest cloud
not right
Keeping petals as a pet
all will be repealed
appeal to the mass ese
Flashes of stupidity
lost inside the ditty
Rhyming from line
align the trisyllabic
Putting the iambic down
wishing oceans were wider
homophones
Right to write about rites
Dammit
i'm mad
Pallid drones
point your lasers
Predestinate the president
let the public rule again
never mind don't really care
I am the one who rules in there
Kind of got away from me there
I try to show you who i want to be
within my lies
i am free
Salamander dance
Do your Holy dance
Let your praise and the promise
Be your only chance
Predestinate your glance
Look on to the King
Whose mine and yours you sing
Tho, all dogs go to heaven
Even little boys and girls
Judge not be judged by man or bores
Be not caught playing with child like toys
and when the evening has come
Gonna put Satan on the run
Do your Holy dance, dance
Do your Holy dance,
Be your only chance
Predestinated your glance
Look on toward your King
Let earth and heaven sing, sing
Salamander, dance
Do your Holy dance
04/15/14
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…
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