10/18/2024
KEENLY WE READ
In this enlighten age
Be plac'd no limit onto
The given imagines
As here money be gold
In smoothing out pain
With sadden eyes of old
As what insane sound
Of obscenities words
Confess I must not
Crossing upon lines
See here the loony tunes read
With crook'd mugs smiling
Strok'd by the burning lies
Which hide on the altars
Bury'd deep within mind
Yet seriously before you
What timeless mysteries
Brings out great passion
Built long on stillness
Layer in many churches
That what we pray to
For words are threads
Weaving into the future
Above this rusty ass place
Standing before listening
Dismaded shapes stirring
Here within the morning air
While awaiting to transfer
To where anyone can guess
With the request of this mess
So steal me a pencil
And I will begin to lend you
A wishless wording in finds
With her Milken breast
Upon her olden dress
As occasionally dreams ring
For only sinners wander inward
To the wanton of whispers
Beyond the nighten wind
Over far away sand bars
See for westward isle
Alone shall not shelter
A shot from the past
While dry water be dripping
Like the warm spill'd blood
Of our most youthful lust
For who do we really trust
Yes I was lost some what than
But have you been found yet
And are you still bound
Within that crippl'd lot
As what incredible pain
Could ever really be eased
Though did you know how
The name be the same games
That are totally incomplete
Within the industry banks
Where everyone can be a leader
While having no real power
As greed be the only user
That rules our ancient kind
Oh but we are the true ones
That are the prisoners here
Within the bigger picture
That's impossible to see clearly
While laying down in bless'd w**d
Of cold sensitive green seeds
Where no lyrical verses breed,
No, don't turn out the lights
Here on the other side
As I still need to sling.........
By: Ted Zakl
HIE-15