Web

To close my eyes and dream again;
Of clarity spawn anew
A web! - express the thoughts I brew;
Conform the messages I send
To falter without care is not
Possible after planning
Wrangled are my hands, confounding
Signals never got
Survive, each round a proving ground
Surround me, I can fight
Like he who weathered 20 abound
Ragged; home ne'er in sight
Truth be told, without a sound
We habitate in "might"


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Fully aware that habitate isn't really a word, but that never stopped me before. I don't like the word inhabit. Ok it's a fine word, I just prefer to say habitate. It's closer to habitat anyways. Ah yes, to butcher the language. I ne'er thought I'd say ne'er in a poem, let alone a sonnet, but it happened. Jeez, what next?

Glamour and Glitzkrieg

You look so swell in your drawstrings
Making me feel compelled to
Open up my sleeves to you
And this house is coming loose
You're flowing, you trust in these
Devils who never level with you
(They feed on rise and fall)
Nothing imperative but
Glamour and glitzkrieg
Enter the idle and you'll smile
Until your wrists bleed
If it matters that these bodies lie
In shattered glass from
Chandeliers that glisten like
The pearls of our last dinner, dear

Fall!
Coalitions crumble if you stall!
Constricted parliament
So! So sleep it off
Slip! Slip!
Slip - Sleep it off
Slip! Slip!
Slip - Sleep it off
I'll follow you...

Common sense
I taste the elements
And her breasts are relentless
Nourishing the stars
Economies are endless
I slide down
Underground
Vote of no confidence
Stolen, time is a liar (you're a liar)
So sit yourself down
By the fire
In the gown so loose you think the fit admires you
Yes, honor(s) you
We encircle the square proclaimed to be yours
We dare
You swear the swift destruction will impair our solidarity
But these days
This ring
This room
Feels like our waiting tomb
And all of mankind would return to the womb
If welcomed back by mothers
With hearts intact
Though only crushed and cracked
Under empirical facts
Nothing imperative but
Glamour and glitzkrieg
The chemicals don't ever let us feel weak until we...

Fall!
Coalitions crumble when you stall!
Constricted bullshit, I get it
So sleep it off
Slip! Slip!
Slip - Sleep it off
Slip! Slip!
Slip - Sleep it off
I'll follow you to...

No longer pretending to offer an open hand
We just stare and blink
Can't understand
Why we are all compelled to think.
Fuck it, you can.

Just how am I supposed to
Exploit you
Nickels and dimes can buy me priceless
And I know that you don't like it
I don't mind it, yea

Are you feelin me?
Conditioned all to the third degree
I know
That constantly proven right
Means you're likely
I know
That constantly proven right
Means you're likely
You're likely to

Fall!
Coalitions crumble as you stall!
Forever malcontent
So! So sleep it off
Slip! Slip!
Slip - Sleep it off
Slip! Slip!
Slip - Sleep it off
I'll follow you so...

Step down!


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Yes I said glitzkrieg, a made up word I'm proud to keep. I also said breasts and parliament in the same song, and also got to swear a few times. Somehow it ended up working though, which pleases me. I wrote almost all of this a couple weeks ago, or something like that. But I finished it enough I think to post it. I might have to change some stuff later.

Shh

Beautiful mystery
Captivates all of me
And I hope that someday
Knowledge won't confine me
Common sense tells a different story
I read it all in the open book
Remember how this dance began
Gotta act on what I can

Beautiful mystery
Please tell me everything
Tried to think
Could only blink
Over and over until
My conscience made bail
Turned loose
Thoughts flow twisting meandering
Contemplating asphyxiating
Breath caught
Thank you for waiting


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Shhhhhh. It's a secret.