-"nobody knows what waits for the dead"
living life lucky till the end,
lots of time spent fooling around in bed,
slowly, wishing i was yellow,
cooling timid, beams of the sun,
moping like a crow, on the edge,
nothing like feeling better again,
im a soldier looking to get ahead,
giving it all away,
sparing nothing today,
the will in the chest bringing it all to bare,
never getting lots /
sometimes just enough
i swear its all in my head.
the sounds of the enemy
hammer my soul,
my heart makes
beating thunder
on the morrow.
when the sun rises
every blessed virtue
becomes torn asunder,
when the red light wavers
i see terrible, deadly summers...
the first and last of every
supper; glimmer ghostly
scheduled parties.
love something fierce strongly
in the final show
act iii, after
the crescendo.
you can't go to the pyramids,
without a quick stop
through Istanbul, once upon
Constantinople.
flying forward over an ocean, a desert, & a Sea
some mountains forest and crag, sonic vocal.
clanking drinks.
sunlight glaringly.
i am bound onward greatest journey ever happening.
i am expecting riches beyond my wildest dreams;
both material and other, fulfilling, true and
glimmering.
I need a partner,
She waits expectantly.
a delicate wrist
rests a delicate
watch, with a woman
watching. wrought
inscriptions a mind wresting
some significant time
ticks tragic tocking
take pressure
this precedence
of chance meeting. quickly glancing -
charming / dashing
sexy beyond all example.
legs forever climbing
lashes with a face forever imprinting a memory
fine and featured.
Princess Adventure.
our journey
our location
civilization's cradle majesty the silty extravagance river Nile, some personal conquesting;
knowing, that
in coming
there is nothing
but darkness
for you and me. but also every little atom.
the tombs are quite lovely
the hieroglyphics in passing
some kinds of hissing & snakes,
scarabs, and dankness
and kissing in some forgotten
alley.
you are Pharaoh
you are Cleopatra
touching...
you can't explore this body,
without being greedy.
morning coffee
and munching, munching, pleasing munch.
sparkling vino
attractive talking
glancing and fun.
could this be never ending?
o
beyond our loneliness lies
the dream of heaven,
a shimmering imagination super imposed
on the oasis shoreline of pure water, wavy.
incredible! successful bliss, in waver waver
total carefree bleeding
lost in good intention
from living being
living.
save please save me save please explain
the song is ending, but
i knew it was coming, and
it felt like it could be forever.
the value of a dare only exists
if the dared also gets to play.
and if the game proceeds Accordingly,
then may fortune favor
the braver.
In an abbey far from here,
up in the mountains touching
clouds, monks pray in silence;
making bread,
making beer.
A garden circles the stones:
and glass, orchards, towers, windy paths, halls and rooms...
extra large oil paintings, tapestries, stories told in candlelight,
farm to table dining, and some wildlife, a pond, the smell of morning, nap-time, and dusk.
A quiet calm pervades
the grounds.
Yet in one corner not far
from there,
a forge fire glowing
hammering, hissing,
and hot.
A lamp is wrought;
commissioned by the King.
A copper base, inlaid with gold
organic life. Somehow scarabs from
the middle East w/ emerald shells
shimmering in the light.
The lamp hath some miracle wick.
The forge hath imbued some
witched trick.
Shaped like the tear,
And a platinum chain.
The lamp has seen many master
slain.
It has come and gone as Ages pass.
It has hung from hearth, in home, on branch,
battle, meal, and lights the dark.
Tomorrow means little to the lamp.
It glows and dims,
like ever the passage of time.
