Art of Words
Feb 7, 2005
Art of words is a display when
u find a thesis
Take the pen and write out
lines of sequence
Minds can see this array of
paragraphs
While their brain thinks, they
sit there and gasp
Prepare my path with my Art of
Words
Keeps my mind straight when I
start to swerve
I'm apart of earth w/ words
laying payment on soil
My ink sinks in like sands
painted with oil
Paid with the spoils of
brainwaves churning power
Head in clouds like smoked
skies from burning towers
Every turning hour words
become art and they grow
From the start of the show
till u hit hard a plateau
Show heart and you'll flow;
remember your path
When words hit the false side;
sever the half
Take pleasure to laugh when
words paint humor
Thoughts swell heads like
philosophical brain tumors
Displayed rumors of ideas and
concepts left un-touched
Thoughts off balance like
broken legs on one crutch
Accept that thoughts is heard
as I spark the nerves
My pen is a paintbrush to
display my art of words
Dream
World
Feb 14, 2005
Oh late at night while I'm
asleep
I dream of magic and mysteries
deep
Knights in shining armour
ride, in search of honor and glory
And hope to be remembered,
that bards will sing their story
I dream of armoured cavaliers,
of sages old and wise
Of fighters, thieves,
barbarians, heros in every guise
Of dwarves and elves and
giants too, in ancient mythic lands
And even mighty clerics who
obey their Gods commands
Of unicorns and dragons and
all monsters in between
And horrific dark demonic
things, better left unseen
Mighty kings and pretty
queens, inside their castle walls
And ancient golden temples,
forgotten now by all
But soon it's all just
memories, and as the sun comes up at dawn
This wonderful majestic world,
like fog, will all be gone