Allure Decisions

Unable to bestow your royalty you take vow
in order to receive grace from outer space
in vain you left your brain in the rain
terribly moisturized, far from pasteurized
not ready but always shady…

Come and kneel in front of time…

I cast upon thee the crown of dawn
in return of early empty posh to burn
a sign rigid of emotion, light of devotion
leaking slowly in vain acid to the silver chain
merry whistlers die in the ravenous sky…

Stand up and walk in disguise…

Delicious bites of nothingness in glorious fights
standing promote in celestial denote
blurry bloomy carried in leather dooly
crooked by excessive weight in stupor freight
sweat in bubbles boiled sings double…

Stop and take a look around…

Crossroads entwined up and down web designed
left and right out of blind sight
no paved rosy road just a fat belly toad
croaking direction of celebrated exaction
crown feels tight, head squeeze might
leading toggles deep inside bonny sleep…

Take a rest in light of crest…

Breath in rattles once dressed for battles
now flies above fields bereft from shields
left naked under shiny dreams of plunder
promised jewels never found in gloomy duels
lost or win none to be seen…

Turn around and walk again…

If you could see ahead you would see your head
rolling down in quest of earthing the spirit zest
winged horned angels boil spiritualizing sacred soil
bitches burking in distress sowing golden dress
rehearsal ceremony seems an echo’s matrimony…

Come and sprawl like evening shawl…

Fawns gallop tender grass silent wallop
delicate ears imprison timbre leading reason
to commit infernal deeds in notorious bids
gathering mortal life inside hidden portal
for no season comes in locked dams…

Turn to left or even right or rather burn or driven bright…

Alone together came unmasked the divine lame
stripped of ethics veil left tattered sail
dance in blustery wind blow foster clustery
confused route led to whispers shed
and maps of treasures blotted hunt measures…

Around came the sound down the invisible ground…

Shrieks of bitten chiselled shapes mingled in dreary drapes
looping teasers leading fright garment to hangers knight
made of crooked steel for crispy oiled mill
producing fluffy freckled wily loafer taffy
hunger driven dizzy came the decision game…

End of journey at the shore have to swim in joyous lore…

18/12/08