High a synthetic
rhapsody man
Lays on the belly
each and then
Pulls from earth
the mirth to bring
All the magic
he chooses to sing
Here low below
and inner side out
no better show
leaves lesser doubt
No farther down
the hare's scary stair
does one find the answer
quite unaware
Time is the mother
who spanks with care
whilst father himself
grieves in despair
Brother is beaten
and given his due
Sister is sent
to play at the zoo
All we like lions
are left to devour
as fast as we can
every last hour
Wake not our love
until we are dead
Ignore the rhymes found
in the mystic's bed
(November 17th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
