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And from where wings are clipped,
Held by branches these thorns hold,
Ere mine how soft is brought to fall,
Tender sleeps the eyes their locked soul,
Who frees himself from veins how scratched,
No better the darts in bars ye throw,
He would walk through them as he does in you,
Mentor the lights to guide your path away
For fire brewed in heart at angst with mind,
Nay, it ought be for leverage gain in sight,
And the cello plays, nor Marais complain;
Cast me away to the sound of beauty regain.
‘Tis in the nineteenth year this century,
When written a year earlier a man forsook.
Now art be gain, ’tis loss be had in shook,
Now finished are words wiser for hearth fought,
Now marred by feline cues this man is sold.
A cello, and a piano is violin but ears unfold.

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All rivers flow to bigger end,
The water passes through fire and earth,
The art they travel need not describe,
Our current measure need not survive,,
The leaping frog who casts this way,
Could never think what art today,
These teachers who graze the fields,
These students who study the fields,
They could not survive, nor have they,
More the merrier, more the water stay,
Long have they thought, long have fought,
This bitter angst who could never have got
The choicest rivers for life’s desire,
Nor sooner is divine but heaven’s divine!
Alas, the Earth is shaken, and fire come true,
Though never is aligned our faults come through
And never was desire this heavenly fault come true,
A legion of fact, and cast logic at bay for gruel,
Is never for desire yet never have students come cruel!

Rights of Mad

Noon dispel the grueling fear,
Moon despair an hour this night,
Gone are the trees I chopped away,
Bound are the hands taken from me,
Long are the feet held to hang,
And all the world is upside down,
Yes, upside down, yes, yes, down,
So give me blood for I am palish,
Now impale on the cross I live,
How much I hate the rays of sun
Before the cross can send me here.
So this bird is thinking away, Read More

From Neptune

Yesterday, I came back from Neptune,
It was an amazing feeling ere to scribe;
This sort of feeling one has but too soon,
Is but fraught not with fear one not to describe,
In ways excitement bloomed; no fear never blew,
And as I whispered Neptune, over and over again,
I saw the room around me in a familiar hue,
That colour ye know is never Neptune’s feign,
The walls would gather water and ere it falls
Descends me through the trace of land none left, Read More

Light’s Clemency

Ever so much I be thankful,
Was but journey once travelled far,
Then to fall through the fog is nigh,
Then to preach rain in vision’s tyranny.
Sometime ago as was oft so said;
That decisions to be made are thus made,
Though hearkened writ the alliance of words
Ere threw no better, no worse than actions none,
To assure myself of sanity then must I repeat,
The simplest words I am, is sanity unchecked. Read More

2D World

Rabbits sing through the lakes,
The signs are clear but none awake,
There’s a girl who’s still slamming,
My heart is wooden to that she damns,
Lock me in a room with god to judge,
But only I can stoop to nudge,
She wants roses to eat, thorns to scar,
She wants a knife to bleed, one too far,
Through a maze of veins ere they close,
She’ll mix a cup in time for daily dose, Read More