If I had the time to add a picture and a symphony it would be here!
What will beckons a toilsome lot?
Tender mercies, tender memories; lifeís infirmaries,
Spilling sociolinguistic harmonies; lifeís wrought,
Articulate, clever twisted, burning; Immaculate
I heard your laughter; I felt your pain,
I shared your passion; dreamy loves, insane (clinically)
Hegemonic hedonisms, the rule of late,
Plumbing erotic depths, cries of mortal fate,
Querying body/ mind/ spirit,
Crafted cleverly; or ya jus smear it.
From promenades to accolades; behold a shrine,
Multitudinal faces from diverse places,
Trumpeting posie, bold, whacky and kind,
To the jokers, one eyed jacks, queens & aces.
Slithery sleuths, oh decadent muse,
Praising lords, clashing swords, cosmic noose,
Crushed petals, pungent essence wailing,
Upon languid pools of conscious craving!
Excrement, excitement, literary enslavement,
Corridors of echoes, torn from lifeís masterpiece,
Illusive illocution; illuminating Iliadís,
Creaking cloaked calluses; contemporary crooners.