trekker
06-15-2005, 05:46 AM
The withered tendrils slink and stalk
The ever changing palaces we place on high
Coinage and currency
Diplomacy by mercenary
Meandering minded mentats
Round and round the hole
The rabbit runs deep
The fortune of the wise is to
simply put the one before the two
If I had a head I may,
do something rash inside not out
or ponder the gulf of Mexico
or puff out my cheeks like some giant monkey
squeaking wheels rolling down cobbled corridors,
are endless
Not that horses have peace or tranquility
on cobbled roads with straw
Or monkeys hide near their regrets.
An open door can lead us
or people
or dust,
a symphonie of particles peeping round about,
in distilate recognition(how pointless to proceeed)
without a rununcer, or an optimist.
True, true I believe in mist and shadow too.
And Babylon the great!
Oh thou anarchy!
Christ on Christmas Day
Pagan pomp
Dither on dally oh. oh. oh not.
For southe far one dizying space, stars, vortex
prayer for the dying, and Love.
The ever changing palaces we place on high
Coinage and currency
Diplomacy by mercenary
Meandering minded mentats
Round and round the hole
The rabbit runs deep
The fortune of the wise is to
simply put the one before the two
If I had a head I may,
do something rash inside not out
or ponder the gulf of Mexico
or puff out my cheeks like some giant monkey
squeaking wheels rolling down cobbled corridors,
are endless
Not that horses have peace or tranquility
on cobbled roads with straw
Or monkeys hide near their regrets.
An open door can lead us
or people
or dust,
a symphonie of particles peeping round about,
in distilate recognition(how pointless to proceeed)
without a rununcer, or an optimist.
True, true I believe in mist and shadow too.
And Babylon the great!
Oh thou anarchy!
Christ on Christmas Day
Pagan pomp
Dither on dally oh. oh. oh not.
For southe far one dizying space, stars, vortex
prayer for the dying, and Love.