poety of poets
a date with deception
are you foxy
and though with cunning and quickness of step
sly in as much as they havent caught yet
i scutter and hurry
bout to and fro
but constantly find
the trappings are set
weeding the garden”
“THE FAMILY TREE” babble in babylon
more like surprise landscaping tactics sitcom style really
sometimes
just sometimes anyway
from an E den to a Gar den,
now this original garden delicate devine
the gardener has pruned the shade of old twine
iam not a weed i scream
but the weed has strangled me silent it seems
they make it so
dont they
somebody told me
tho i havent seen him around here much latley
they cover up the truth of the establishment
the soul of the terrace
smoothering the land
escape
they have flourished
the aristocrat thieves
they silence the leaves
off the trees “its a breeze”
lie after lie after lie like a thesis
and the roses are next to bad your green
at first they grow on you
you like em ,they appear harmless
but in the shadow of evening
strangle you in darkness
swarm and purge
and in the light of opportunity grow worse
wild and gnarly
and exceptionally wealthy
they even hurl down their old limbs upon me
but as i said iam fast as need be see
for they have become intrusive these ones
they rise with greed and consume more than their appointed share
thriving in their lusts betraying the trust of the innocent below them
and mingle their seed with the seed mandala children
o the array of colour displayed splendid
the sweetness and gentle way of the flower kindred
thriving miss daisey
pretty and delicate
power in form
for it has mastery over self
and with the light of creation shall form from seed in the deep of the mothers womb
struggleing in the darkness
of soil
navigating the rocky path ways and wormwood in search forever for the light above unseen
the blackness ingulfs
but she has faith
she knows its there
she feels it way down inside
no instinct shun
no extinction
just existance by being
she is eternal spor
as in spawn or the outcome
it is a pull from something far greater
a monster magnet of love
and tho it is unlit and unknown
she will burst through the surface one day to find light
and bathe in the glory of a newborn sunbeam
a golden ray
fawn and fern alike
this love is spoken
such a beautiful name
if only i could emerge to meet her
her love would grow on you too
softly
but sadly
the garden has become entangled with
many creepers
and it is creepy yes
and if they be removed may uproot many a fine creation example
tis a sad and painful process to engage
but the weeds are a curse its true
they do not rely on light but rather deceive themselves with a terrible lie
the garden is a foundation for many things
but it is the sunrise of everyday
the light of every morning of eternity that worketh the wonder and miracle
the solar flex her maji and cast her spell
mind my luna helper
she is
lesser the better
sweet girl
and oh God what have we done to her mother
i loved her
oh the overgrown with false desire and idol
greed and control
ego say go
so go ego go
how not you see the light sustaining you so
and the result sufferings and shortages
end result offering
all
a mess
entanglements
conflict affliction
the struggle and friction you sow
the trouble with fiction is
you will not
hollywood hero
when the hand of the care taker readies position
stop or even think so
you wont know
so listen
the harvest for plough
are you ready or proud
pride comes before the fall
and summers talking now
pay attention
prepare the new bed for eve
the petals are tired and withdraw from me
is eden dead
the feild is awaiting the fertilization sensation
the resurection resusitation
a complicated operation
dial 911
scarecrow is turning a blind eye
scared starting to run
he knows full well he shall burn like the sun
the mare has been harnessed and prepared for the task
so in hope i climb
awaiting the graft
to mighty oak
oh holy horticulture lord
so we may grow as splendid trees and be reborn a forest tall
a majestic botanical wonderland
filled with kind and call
and shower us with winters tears that we may be well watered
for the arrival of the blessed daughter “Spring”
and “Summers” kiss that warms my heart so well
the offspring child of autumn sing
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an old fox speaks
and though with cunning and quickness of step
im sly in as much as they havent caught yet
i scutter and hurry
bout to and fro
but constantly find
the trappings are set
weeding the garden”
“THE FAMILY TREE” babble in babylon
more like surprise landscaping tactics sitcom style really
sometimes
just sometimes anyway
from an E den to a Gar den,
now this original garden delicate devine
the gardener has pruned the shade of old twine
iam not a weed i scream
but the weed has strangled me silent it seems
they make it so
dont they
somebody told me
tho i havent seen him around here much latley
they cover up the truth of the establishment
the soul of the terrace
smoothering the land
escape
they have flourished
the aristocrat thieves
they silence the leaves
off the trees “its a breeze”
lie after lie after lie like a thesis
and the roses are next to bad your a red one
at first they grow on you
you like em ,nu friends
but in the shadow of evening
strangle you
swarm and purge
and in the light of opportunity grow worse
wild and gnarly
and exceptionally wealthy
they even hurl down their old limbs upon me
but as i said iam fast as need be see
for they have become intrusive these ones
they rise with greed and consume more than their appointed share
thriving in their lusts betraying the trust of the innocent below them
and mingle their seed with the seed mandala children
o the array of colour displayed splendid
the sweetness and gentle way of the flower kindred
thriving miss daisey
pretty and delicate
power in form
for it has mastery over self
and with the light of creation shall form from seed in the deep of the mothers womb
struggleing in the darkness
of soil
navigating the rocky path ways and wormwood in search forever for the light above unseen
the blackness ingulfs
but she has faith
she knows its there
she feels it way down inside
no instinct shun
no extinction
just existance by being
she is eternal spor
as in spawn or the outcome
it is a pull from something far greater
a monster magnet of love
and tho it is unlit and unknown
she will burst through the surface one day to find light
and bathe in the glory of a newborn sunbeam
a golden ray
fawn and fern alike
this love is spoken
such a beautiful name
if only i could emerge to meet her
her love would grow on you too
softly
but sadly
the garden has become entangled with
many creepers
and it is creepy yes
and if they be removed may uproot many a fine creation example
tis a sad and painful process to engage
but the weeds are a curse its true
they do not rely on light but rather deceive themselves with a terrible lie
the garden is a foundation for many things
but it is the sunrise of everyday
the light of every morning of eternity that worketh the wonder and miracle
the solar flex her maji and cast her spell
mind my luna helper
she is
lesser the better
sweet girl
and oh God what have we done to her mother
i loved her
oh the overgrown with false desire and idol
greed and control
ego say go
so go ego go
how not you see the light sustaining you so
and the result sufferings and shortages
end result offering
all
a mess
entanglements
conflict affliction
the struggle and friction you sow
the trouble with fiction is
you will not
hollywood hero
when the hand of the care taker readies position
stop or even think so
you wont know
so listen
the harvest for plough
are you ready or proud
pride comes before the fall
and summers talking now
pay attention
prepare the new bed for eve
the petals are tired and withdraw from me
is eden dead
the feild is awaiting the fertilization sensation
the ressusitation operation
dial 911
scarecrow is turning a blind eye
scared starting to run
he knows full well he shall burn like the chaff
the mare has been harnessed and prepared for the task
so in hope i climb
graft us to mighty oak oh holy horti culture lord
so as we may grow as splendid trees and be reborn a forest tall
a majestic botanical wonderland
filled with call and kind
and shower us with winters tears that we may be well watered
for the arrival of the blessed daughter “Spring”
and “Summers” kiss that warms my heart so well
the offspring of autumn
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