Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers
Cast aside
Fingers crossed and searching
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly
From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar
The innocent meeting of flesh
As dawn turn to
Silver
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Feet firmly attached
Pedals circulating
Another morning dawns
Unable to propel me
A perpetual pendulum swing
A stationary solitude
Watching other faces
Other people and their
Otherworldly expressions
A perpetual pendulum swing
My skin covered with tears
A longing for another way
Another bypass round this
Hamlet of dread
A perpetual pendulum swing
So hot, unsweetened truth
I wipe the tears on my cloth
A smile of bewildered hope
My rhapsody in blue
Feet firmly attached
Pedals circulating
Another morning dawns
Unable to propel me
A perpetual pendulum swing
A stationary solitude
Watching other faces
Other people and their
Otherworldly expressions
A perpetual pendulum swing
My skin covered with tears
A longing for another way
Another bypass round this
Hamlet of dread
A perpetual pendulum swing
So hot, unsweetened truth
I wipe the tears on my cloth
A smile of bewildered hope
My rhapsody in blue
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The papyrus spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of pure evil
Waited.
As the apprentice strode forth,
Dazzled by illusions of grandeur
Enticed by the voices of rights,
Embraced the oncoming storm
Praying for gold and wine,
The heart of pure ignorance
Wavered.
The scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of evil
Waited.
As the journeyman sped onwards,
Unconcerned by illusions of grandeur
Impartial to the voices of rights,
Rode out into the ever-beating storm
Praying for gods and wine,
The heart of pure innocence
Steadied.
The magical scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of incongruity
Beckoned.
As the master hovered in trance,
Creating illusions of grandeur
Speaking with the one true voice,
Impervious to other matters
Sipping wine aged and cool,
The heart of pure knowing
Pounded.
The magic scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 4711.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of pure bliss
Embraced him.
The secrets of the 4711
The root to ultimate control,
Everything and everybody
Caught blissfully unaware,
Under the greying skies laid bare
The purposeless audit of
Becoming a god, in awe the
Mortals whispered, in awe
They slumped to ground &
Perished
The papyrus spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of pure evil
Waited.
As the apprentice strode forth,
Dazzled by illusions of grandeur
Enticed by the voices of rights,
Embraced the oncoming storm
Praying for gold and wine,
The heart of pure ignorance
Wavered.
The scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of evil
Waited.
As the journeyman sped onwards,
Unconcerned by illusions of grandeur
Impartial to the voices of rights,
Rode out into the ever-beating storm
Praying for gods and wine,
The heart of pure innocence
Steadied.
The magical scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of incongruity
Beckoned.
As the master hovered in trance,
Creating illusions of grandeur
Speaking with the one true voice,
Impervious to other matters
Sipping wine aged and cool,
The heart of pure knowing
Pounded.
The magic scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 4711.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of
Mundane lives,
The code of pure bliss
Embraced him.
The secrets of the 4711
The root to ultimate control,
Everything and everybody
Caught blissfully unaware,
Under the greying skies laid bare
The purposeless audit of
Becoming a god, in awe the
Mortals whispered, in awe
They slumped to ground &
Perished
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I counted the good days, their
Frequency and intensity, their
Everlasting legacy, life quality
As indicated,
Once a month became
Quarterly only to fall into the
Annual range, eventually
Morphing into abandonment.
I counted the tumblings in hay, their
Frequency and sensitivity, their
Fleeting ambiguity, life quality
As indicated,
Once a day became once a week
Monthly slowed to annually, eventually
Decades would have passed by in
Delightful drought.
I counted the self reflecting, in
Cracked unpolished mirrors and
Closed circuit televisions, life quality
As indicated,
Once a day became monthly
Drudgery, drifting further away
From the imagery of self held
Innately.
Qualities as illustrated,
A slice of pie served without
Custard or cream on a
Menu of life โ incomprehensible
I counted the good days, their
Frequency and intensity, their
Everlasting legacy, life quality
As indicated,
Once a month became
Quarterly only to fall into the
Annual range, eventually
Morphing into abandonment.
I counted the tumblings in hay, their
Frequency and sensitivity, their
Fleeting ambiguity, life quality
As indicated,
Once a day became once a week
Monthly slowed to annually, eventually
Decades would have passed by in
Delightful drought.
I counted the self reflecting, in
Cracked unpolished mirrors and
Closed circuit televisions, life quality
As indicated,
Once a day became monthly
Drudgery, drifting further away
From the imagery of self held
Innately.
Qualities as illustrated,
A slice of pie served without
Custard or cream on a
Menu of life โ incomprehensible
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You were never a journey
Never my final destination,
Only the inevitable result of
Purposeless procrastination
You were never my shining light
Never my lighthouse at night,
Only obscurity from studies of
Alternative application to life
You were never at a crossroads
Never knew 360 degrees of
Oppressing options, always on
Clear roads with broken mirrors
You were never meant pillion ride
Never meant to feel the vibration,
Not once to discover my joy in life
Preventing the oncoming slaughter
You were never meant to be
Never meant for me, only too late
I found euphoria, the enlightened
Mind of One
You were never a journey
Never my final destination,
Only the inevitable result of
Purposeless procrastination
You were never my shining light
Never my lighthouse at night,
Only obscurity from studies of
Alternative application to life
You were never at a crossroads
Never knew 360 degrees of
Oppressing options, always on
Clear roads with broken mirrors
You were never meant pillion ride
Never meant to feel the vibration,
Not once to discover my joy in life
Preventing the oncoming slaughter
You were never meant to be
Never meant for me, only too late
I found euphoria, the enlightened
Mind of One
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Your face distorted
battle-scarred without ever enlisting
waves of life showing others the passing of time
counted as inequality
The lens of time
cruelty beyond
measure
Your face distorted
blue-lipped without a humane smile
a sneer of plastered disapproval
the keyboard missing a joyful
key
The lens of time
cruelty beyond
measure
Your face distorted,
soulless eyes and colours pulled by gravity
an auxiliary aurora borealis
setting beyond your
horizon
The lens of time
cruelty beyond
measure
The lens of time
distorting
truth
The lens of time
distorting
life
The lens of time
distorting
