We are, by no means; Dazzling, or that flawless strong… Of which our diamond-shine species… Could and thus should, Long to be.
Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
I sit here, reading, waiting Patiently contemplating On words, written, said And taking them to bed So I lay, repeat, say
If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
The sun rises quietly, and in soft… it paints. In this dayglow vibrancy, with ima… it reaches out. Waking those in need of light, cal…
My House; My Castle Crumbling on cue As piece, by piece All comfort; Consumed My halls; My doors
My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender
In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect
Raised up like curds on Calvary I ponder on the time machine.... How much would Hitler pay For the journals of Trinity? Maybe I would lend Rasputin
I can burn a page or two, forget a name with the thought of… Ignore the need, the pleas, but this thing I cannot do. I want to bring it to you,
When she comes around; She will know, where I’ll be found. On empty streets, with dimming light.
She is, My bread unbroken; Left to mold. An ever-thickening assault, On this heart born free;
Now is the time to let go. For so long I have been selfish. Rarely attending to anyone, other than myself and my son. If you don’t take care of yourself…