It was a brooding, a slam, a shiver, slight quiver and you push, then subside, fore it hammers, I was blitzen and you comet and cupid, confess, concede, you plead, with a need austrailapithicus could read. But you would never, then you do, and you wish, and a god, and you prayer, and you stammer, a speckle, in your reaker. and you crash, sorry rocks, it sticks, it stocks because you’re nicked, scalded, scalloped, lorded and it hammers, it shudders, your wistful, it humbles you see...it falls, it festers, it wants, it taunts it’s a craving, a braving, it returns and you yearn, for his waterfall fingers, and that kiss that lingers. then you cry, no pardon, its Solomon, divided, derided, and chided, hes a day planner, you’re a sleeper, and that’s a hurt, thats anonymous, still I went trading, and raiding, not loving and caring, but leaving and preparing. But you see....It talks, it remembers, those waterfall fingers; eyes of onyx and stars, and our shiny new cars, it conceives, it renders, it sounders it reapers, we were hitters, I played middle, he outside, our medals were keepers. I’m not hustling, it’s a whisper, innocent with a dreaming, a crushing, a cry, innocent, no lie, candles, fine crystal, glasses of rock and rye. I knew her song ive heard her sing it she was one for the ages. The wages of my betrayal twist through pages of my rages Now I twist the jonesing for what the drug dealer brings. If i ever knew, I have forgotten why the caged bird sings. No trial, thats not my style, I plead nolo, too swagger, reduced, a mad hatter, hand hewn, i love you still you your goon. I brought you comet and cupid, not a drunk like that Blitzen I’m the sickle, Im the scythe to your six foot wythe it’s my fault, I pay the hurt with an 8 year tithe.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 06:37:01 +0000