ConquerorQuixote

A verse so thin From bane akin To other words This, that soul din. A hollow noise Like fate boxed in. A simple scale And meter's been. I've found these rhymes And words before. A bard, I am And do implore. Please do not read, My lost Lenore. She haunts me still, From my front door. So dumb in sums, A kingdom comes. As wasted funds, Met idle thumbs. Again regret, From none but crumbs, A love not tasted, Life becomes.

Not much at all makes sense to me, But ruse deceit and parody. Before she came just misery, Day in and out, autonomy. Of rules and rites of jubilee, But in my wit a mockery, This strain a sense of villainy. What can I sell but irony? What can I sell but lidlessly? I am no merchant, but a crow Each day just cackle to bestow. Each week like passing clouds to me Each month another extant fee To ends albeit daintily Foregrounds foregone on ancient plea? For gamut’s span or gambles three? Was worth it's weight or sorcery?

Valleys low and branches high, Percolating visions nigh, When soldiers give no alibi, To rain drenched leaves and flower's sky, Look up, close a sunken eye, Today the mountains run awry. Fly in form to heaven's breast, Apex drain in apex nest, Spread your wings and sing your song, Through spaces vast and visions long, Find a way to dampen sighs, Between the strain of rain drenched eyes.

Leaves are bound In pages fraught With ample ties And room for thought Puns & riddles Found in time Coax a reason And a rhyme Room for tactics Erred Sublime, In life's ambition Fork or tine?

Betwixt the masses and the shrines Thieves and patrons gemming mines Stands a hero big and tall Knows no conflict or guffaw Shows his prudence through his jaw Yet fights invigored through the haul.

Quaint a reason Fortified Pied a penance, Truth be tried Found a finger, Two were tied Found a fare, In alloys pried.

Sold in threes, The wrung of trees. Where cadence sounds, Through coffee grounds In earnest lot Had been forgot And sticks or stones Reside in thrones There is parlay To each his day And to it now In roses fraught Or sages found Through eons round.

What's left to do But stay awake? With all the world's Precepts at stake Not one to fare The midnight rake All sail ashore A dwindling lake How many ticks Denotes the clock? Or dolphins frolic 'Neath the dock? But one to sound A key and lock Echoes ripple notes of Bach.

Interring its sleuth Deep into the Molten clast, Participles of prejudice Perforated at the seams by some odium of binded menace Leaves quarrelling irradiated Grains aloft of reason. Havoc questions why As serendipity wanders in stupor.

Half a life to sing this song Half a breath to greet the throng Half an hour to the gong Sit and write and play along Thirty ticks then back to school Back to life to sit and drool Back to back this latent pull Thirty ticks to charge and fuel What i can is what ill write Who i can is who ill fight Every rainbow filled with light Every morning conquer spite Time ticks on with  tune in ear Twenty now, to dry a tear Conquer fate and trample fear Words grow young each passing year Fifteen down that's half my run Every grain just packed with fun Every line a loaded gun, In every breeze there blows a pun Ten to go lets do some math Time enoug

A whisper of darkest night The drip of dark that dawns its deign A remark upon the reality of the insane Deeper dusks the shadow of the night Whispering wrong inside the light I wonder to sanctity of hallows mark Within the sacred solace of holy spark In fate's furious falls we perceive What could be delusion to the deceived You may listen to the perils of poison You may drink a darker source of reason But within your darkness I sense a light A shadow of what was once the right I harry to restore the resource of soul Within the desperate and dying light of your whole I repair the sorrows of your sin By the sacred light I hold within I wh

Defy the night, surrender; me I do defy this apple tree . What once was found so gracefully, Has now been cast out, ardently. I should now cry, and weep in vain. To hear their tune, it will not wane Go without, a droughted cane I feel without, torrential reign Surrender now cotillion I do now dance a dance in dawn, what once was found now sorrow; gone. what was their dance cotillion . Pick a pear, a peach, a plum Woe is me, I was too dumb To count my fingers Without some, Was four the score, or 'nary one?

If mirrors could lie, I could have seen a smiling face, Free from all the worries and wires that tie You and her, I could have stepped back a pace, Only to undo that  impatient sky. The sky that was scared every night But black was the colour she loved. Black morning deceived to make her fight Her demons. The marks on her brain, were carved. If truth could lie, she would not be wounded. Fighting her own reflection, She won't end up being dead. But mirrors can't lie so here I stand surrounded By faces I know and a part of me is lying beside. Dead!

Dread has always been honest. It holds your hand and helps you cross the road Slowly enough for a car to run you over While you believe its for the best. Dread has always been your friend. It offers you a large room with no hole, To roam freely while it asphyxiates you with gas. But your heart it will mend. Dread has always loved you. Ready with a glass of sweet poison Whenever you are thirsty. Love like that only a few knew. Give it your all, let it save you. Sit down and think. Beautified sadness is but momentary. Denial will abandon you soon.

the drive-through is a magical place— an enchanted kingdom where your every wish, where my every wish is granted arriving at the gates there’s the smell— the smell of grease and fairy dust there’s the look— the look of deep-fried desire and oh there's that twinkle that sparkle as the symphony of sizzling grills of over-flowing milkshakes plays on feet stomp on break pedals and my window opens in perfect unison with the gates to this miraculous land I utter my spells recite my charms and add— at the very end— “and yes of course I want fries with that”

Half a life to sing this song Half a breath to greet the throng Half an hour to the gong Sit and write and play along Thirty ticks then back to school Back to life to sit and drool Back to back this latent pull Thirty ticks to charge and fuel What i can is what ill write Who i can is who ill fight Every rainbow filled with light Every morning conquer spite Time ticks on with  tune in ear Twenty now, to dry a tear Conquer fate and trample fear Words grow young each passing year Fifteen down that's half my run Every grain just packed with fun Every line a loaded gun, In every breeze there blows a pun Ten to go lets do some math Time enoug