As if I felt it

Coming through an ice storm

Strange lips try to speak

Address to a class of 17

The grammar has no issues

But the bar maid does!

Smoke fell from the tubes

Green into a sifting checker board

They had their luck

Times to eat and suck

She with her eyes

Always there to spy

Till the mirrors

Ran into the swamp!

With not a shred of stupidity

 

The band plays itself of a hill

 

Cats gather around as if entertained

 

With a spark

 

Suddenly there is was

 

The lava genie

 

He could do anything

 

If only he had a person

 

To play games with!

 



Principles and Morals...not reckless greed.

A boat slides away

The past is crashing with night

Dashing across black rocks

All the soldiers gasp

Horrors loom and shock

Times are changing.

In the history is endless memory

Time brings doors slamming

While enemies 

They will come and destroy

It is not destiny

As anyone is not everyone

And those the matter

Are timeless 

Containing many stars

To keep hope and joy

Crystal.

It is love we are after they say

Farther it can drift away

Somehow as if dust

We say we want this thing called love

Never a heart so tender sweet

Gazing with intent or dream

Beheld the flesh with out desires

And love becomes a funeral pyre.