Like a jigsaw,
You stared upon the world of the broken
In search for that final piece
You could only see
In your own reflection
Deep down in the Lacune
You gave It a scar
And a smile
Bearing the Universe as it's crown
You reached in out of tune
For the other side had no waves to tell the shifting shades of truth apart
And so came only lies
As you refused to face the only real answer
That You possess the final scene unveiled already
And the piece that was missing at the end
Was in Your best interests to think of anything better...
And We glossed the resolve right over
Hanging around your neck,
You wore the answer to your own deepest question
And it wasn't a cross
And It isn't Death either
...
But the Heart The Philosopher mistook
As merely hidden Treasure
©palewriter
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Weight of These Suspenders:
Grazing
Out above the pasture grounds
The High Might Sun beats down
And in light of the scorned
Casts judgement upon each cell
A Head of the house has His mission to play out
One step
To the tip of the toes
The World presses down
With boots on tied tight
Earnest hands scuffed from reach worn, promised new horizons high
Yet the moon laughs come nightfall's time
With the Man's cherished seeds tucked away
Out of sight
To tie up lose ends...
A Pilgrim's grave washed white
... And his will to fight...
So the Circle Upon Nothing continues to turn
And not a change of fate
Chartered of the stars,
Crossed a Lover's plight
A Missionary Merc
Scarred 9mm tats down blood and marrow deep
And the weight of it All bound by these suspenders
A Preist carries on
He has only His Maker left to meet
©palewriter
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t*ts & Dragons
Whispering winds
Breath Me in
And tell My tale, passed down
Round about
Round & round
And hold My soul at the edge
...
Of a fable
"Here he comes
Knight & Veil
For the princess locked high in her castle"
Dear Saint George
Give your steed a rest
You've spent all day jousting with the grass...
& Your shadow
The real monster lies
To her country under the guise
Of politicians & the "right"
To hang both, the fool and witch out to dry...
Why?
...
Cause it's a "fable"
Come now, Hero
Speak Your mind
What have, to say You
At this film's dark night?
Has this story reached yet 180°
The plot has thickened
Que Death & Hades
t*ts & Dragons
Sword swinging Has-beens
Choose which mound Dear
Less that sword slides right through here
Even the Son would not stay in Tatar forever
Mary, y'ever think' making p**n together?
The blood down pours
Up, Red River, yonder
Don't forget to light the Sun
Before You leave...
(Whisper
Breath...
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