Dragged Through The Mud

well to bring cadence amidst the fallen dew hope springs a new through the vibration of sorts we have erected pyramids to honor our dead my soul permeates a reason to go on strong as a cordeal eruption in the vast scheme of things the notion of a whisper let it filter through your head faces with traces of muse its the walking dead perhaps this is the land where Nero tread Awake to the new day exposed by the sun light let it be a reflection upon your hair cover me like glue on the refuse of our love willingly excuse the part that is dragged through the mud as if a cow would chew its cud dream with sweetness in the twilight of your room keep the solace amidst the texture of a Persian rug in silence now the halls perfume the room nectar on the outside corner is inviting pillars of granguer line the cement gloss of its perimeter the gods have spoken through a channel as if a port in storm curse the very day when you were actually born languished in the modern man's head a face full of lead base on what has been said control is the real issue of the moment vomit in red pools filled with blood the occasion of the surplus train exposed to the elements dirty barbed wire formed on its textile base asunder like a cold clap in the dark you lit the inner spark of what I'm here to say brevity amidst the humilty of letting things be a reason to believe tossed away in the storm the blatant mockery of each twist and turn one soul soars while the other is soon to be burned yet we can't have it both ways we must choose there are two roads you can go by but in the long run there's still time to change the road your on. Neil Young thought he could pack it in & by a pick up head out to L.A. we shall never forget even in regret to show love to a friend