Preambling and meandering
The blush rises through sunrise
Diamonds flow like UFO beams on
Shining luminescent rabbits.
Shush. Can you hear that?
The whisper of July and the dance of
October's eyelashes falling out.
Down, down the rainbow,
Follow the rabbit's path
As the petrichor replaces the
The windmills fall silent,
Sleeping giants in vats of ocean
Let sleeping dogs, barking,
Arise and fetch the sunrise.
Catch me if you can,
I'm late to galaxies of alone-time,
Whales flying through space, a black
Go through it to get to the real
Arise and seize the day's eyeballs,
Bling guadians and no more
And when black and white tiles fall
from the sky,
Behead the chicken,
For really, he IS lying.
Friends come and swim the depths,
but not for me, I'd
Prefer dry land,
Cracks in the surface,
Extreme to ever increasing
Magazines, TIME empties it's
canister into me,
Pumps me full of lead and words,
He's full of holes, darling,
An enchanted sponge, with no way
to ever stop
Running from the truth.
The question remains, though:
Was it the maid?
Or was it the mad impressions of a
forgotten scholar, centuries ago?
The seething rage within all,
Dormant and a doormat.
Terra cotta billboards display LED
Walk tall, talk...efficiently.
Dramaturges find it impossible
to pirouette and chacha
So, they cut it out of their systems,
Like a bird wrenched from it's forest,
never to return.
Are those who are exiled really
Too good for their society?
Wandering fleas make mudhuts and
guard their jewel piles.
Do dragons actually crawl? Or hide
out in some cave?
A lifetime of uncertainty in exchange
A blood pact?
Place the division sigil on the
pedestal at midnight,
Strike when it's actually most
In your triumph,
you shall walk away
Of a land so filled with pride that
Goats no longer electrically charge
A broken castle of dreams and
shattered skulls alike,
Your castle stands upon
Pillars of sand, salt
But obsidian and
Adamantium later on.
Octopus clouds blot the sun,
to forget the words of ambassadors.
Don't take words so heavily.
If the pen is mightier than the sword,
What actions, then, actually DO
Louder than words?
The words of the future carved into
No longer legible,
New levels of different.
The boat's railing sinks,
As some girl you don't know
complains that her back hurts.
Could you ever find it in your heart to
forge the weapons of the dead?
Let nothing stand in your way;
Glory can be yours,
For 4 easy payments of $29.95
and half of your right kidney.
Shuffling towards glaciers to
accomodate nests of pine barrens.
Slay the devil within to find peace,
Lest his words and gaze melt the
faces of all he encounters.
Dry up the water spilt from
the heavens, and
slam down your foot no more.
Startled, gasping for breath,
Oh wait. This is perfluorocarbon.
I completely forgot.
Carrier seagulls with pouches for
mail sail across the Sun.
The mail, messages for the long-
Who, exactly, governs such shaded
I find that the dead still creak in their
Let lying kings remain in the