Racket

I severed once the ties of our hopes.
and rigid were the songs that we shared.

rugged the shards of land that covered my home.
and my sight was the soul of the issue.

a beast of burden would be my weight and I would pull that crane through the rivers.
looking out and over the mountains the crows slashed the tires and rode the train on separate rails.

beaming with lights and sounds perilous antonyms thwarted a noun and as conspicuously as the night's role betrayed the loops of our knots

a wheel that turned the gears and moved our inspiration like the quarry of a wilderness
in negation to our cause. be it our cause unknown in divine understanding . 
the world as a larger purpose.
we wandered the road and now off the rails
 lead ourselves through this maze.

a maze of the mind that allowed us to grow and invade their ideas. 
and beaten by the brushes as we collapsed into this abyss.

wild accusations of the boundary men 
whom with their great mind and eyes blinded the facts of a reality that is nil.
so to build upon that fact we could not. 
cept our own imagination create a new. 
and go beyond our limits 
and break these spirits with nothing but irrationality 
which became the originality of our predications.

where did all the anthems of great warriors go?
morals be they rare ? 
or in moderation,
 nullified with our ideals.

qualified are they not?
willing the same?
why wander in the dusk and dark sultry that is our memory
in this octave that is life 
and this metronome that is time.

they brag like their the best
with imagery so vain and effortless. 
this monster 
this creation . 
large vast oceans of disease 
and trickery.


oh jolly was the lamb as he soaked in his bravery.
 I wish once so obscure as the wolf in the field.
 once the sheep himself. praying to be bait for the capture.

an evil plan sprang forth like the livers of the king god 
and ultimate powers.
where solid was the waste of their time.

Through the bowel they crept and with time we were born.

The fear of understanding and the acceptances of greatness.
weird eerie and faithless soul
bold drunken and wasteful being

the thoughts oppressed his hindered mind.
weak and without a chance. 
it clenched it 's fist 
with hope to love 
Murmured its brother: 
the heart is not yet sold. 
for it to be bought we must seek it's buyer. 
The buy went missing as they looked for a new hope.
 new evils and new enemies.
friends family. lovers.
none to exist after symmetry from our reapers.

Confusion came from the depths of hell and DAMNED ARE THEY FOR IT.

Why break the time to spend it in vanity
why plunder in bliss and offend the lesser man?
heathens hypocrites. and those green with envy. seek truth and hope for misery.