Faded dreams spent in lost love

She said the worst is yet to come
sundown she be gone
soft sheets still
feel warm
hurt leads
writer
dead

Perfection cast upon a rock splintered hard



Critics standing in lines to the think tank seeking answers total the wisdom promised in dreams and books left in bond fires burning bright against night skies like witches lost to
The world of misunderstanding and blind eyes and minds deft to keys waiting melody crying

Trust you to a writers worst dream understanding




Bleed a seed in greed
Feed the gamin name
As the think tank falls cold
Each a minor star
Falling fast
Dumas cried

Poe buried the souls
Cold in graves craving
Love as old as his drink
William holds shame
As drake smoked the opium
Red as dead goes down

Slip mast in Milton' s Greek
Pure Aristotle lives alone
Every quest in Iq 200 plus
Urine caught in pools fed
Tribute to a God played
Faust lingers on the edge blood dead

Blake with baron drop in a sea of faith gone
As each plays in a tragedy from red in books
Found in seas of truth blending mending reason
Passion lost and shared in doors of myth
As Penelope waits arrows passing ax handles
Least of crease as no man screams in pain
Good eye plucked

Trojan horse burns at the barn
Walls of Jericho fall
Glimmer of old mixed with new
True as deaths dogs holy grail
In heir spin the mood
Lost worlds fall of edges
Least treasure be won

Miller stirs America in mind travel
A salesman looses more than soul
Webster calls to the devil
Yet the union stands
The cost of freedom in blood
Of brother and captain dead on ship
Oh victory how cruel

Listen children to the ride of Paul
In a high hill stood Indian maid
Dripping in blood of a nation born
Fear as Revere danced for free
As the sea comes in Washington
Christmas frozen stand
Poor boys never knew
Bellies full recruit

Farms baron
Paid

Casey joins the play upon a stage of fallen hero
Never a bottle left hard upon a table next to the vain names
As the dogs run through base trains
Cowboys and old man see the need of the sea

Ripple fauns a fatal blow as the five hundred rode into the valley of death
Shades of pure valor
Arthur draws his sword
No one goes home
The lake is a lady
Swallowing up
Vast dreams
As the garter falls

Doors slam
Shams of coats
And dusters
Lay in water
Before the whores
Of the night breeze

Rust in dust bleeds
True poets on
A Paradise
Lost to the
Naked eye

As the night takes
From words to lords
Poets to no names
As cryptic write
Lays cold by mantle
On a writers blood
Chilled by morning light

Think tank closed all are skinny dipping ink and melody lost