Hearer of all-
His hearing every voice,word and thought and secrets his attention on everything without limitations no regrets!
"Brightest diamonds shine in darkest rooms,
willing hearts bleed out love for me and you"
Whisper close towards a frightened ear
soothe a shaken soul scared tonight
hold onto hopes of flight filled wings
where a painted rose will rise and sing
Carry my crutch just a little bit more
for when the south winds blow again
across flowing strands of love and care
my heart and spirit will be right there
Living moments in locked up dreams
no longer a little blue penguin burrowing
freeing fairy tale fantasy finally come true
glowing in the dark because the shine of you
Here and there
Everywhere
Like an exhalation
Here and there
Everywhere
Spasmodic Hiroshimas
Here and there
Everywhere
Ash in wings of foam,
Sandal-less dodders
Violently envious of
Fallen leaves
Transience naked
Here and there
Everywhere-
Nowhere
The eel
Insurrection of dust
Phantasmagoria of markets
Sagging tiffs
Drunken kisses
Embraces-
Obeisance
To the restless wanderer
The once and repeated newcomer.
A monocle
Surveys pandemonium's dais,
Its steps,
Foreboding,
As silhouettes thrust on a leaf,
A branch of hades.
Steps of stealth;
Remote,grumpy,
He execrates everything in sight,
Lids picking slipsacks
In a milisecond of charming flints.
Splenetic stutter-
Grumble
Fumble
Rumble-
A boom of pellets.
Who'd dare the exacerbation of the cloud
and cut the fire for the grave;
tell the Epaulette he's a bum;
break the choking silence
and burst the truth for the street?
Night, night oh barbaric night
pregnant with cordite blood and brine
humiliate the essence of life and living
as the grumpy ravenous sword
plant dirges in every field:
the Epaulette.The overlord.The fear.
Mourning morning night morning
talking stars would be in the pen
a-roosting with the cockerel
to plant feints in opposing maths
to see the yet unseen day of light.
The roads are hasty avowals
where Erebus holds the sceptre sway
where life's like a pebble in the sea
where masks cruise with the law in the lawless
leaving in their wake,requiem mass blood and tears.
Who'd break the silence?
Oh beautiful flowers
in my garden patch
downcast by
a debilating cross of snow,
the laments from your
petals fallen
rings in the ear of
one who still see
an appealing song
in you in an appaling season
and enjoins you:
We plough the grapes that be.
Summer is NEVER far away.
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