Trilogy

PART 1: Ridge

Hopeless the court had burnt down their spire
Crossed in space with a focus of blue
Connotation revealed in a smoking grave

Rhymes aborted by the philosophic men
Blest by red in the corporate steed
Corner of corners reflected in the stave

Correction of the madness born inside of us
Blistering sun began his noble search for truth
Crust of time dug with a spade of fire
Cornet blown to remove the roof

Fearless gods in Greek streams of seems
Folded trust eroded in the firth's bloody birth
Corner sewn into the land's pale hand

Flower crown and sycamore scepter
Ultimate virtue in the boat
No god has proven our fatal lie
Drowned in heaven's moat

Old fortune read in sequence of sighs
Believe the torturers despite the piercing cries
Aboard the ark of Aristotle betwixt the net of eyes

Book ashore the water's fertile sand
Hand in hand a sphere of crystal man
"Capers dead" said the atheist courtesan

Flowing gown in a mist of haunting illusions
Ivory scene axed by a planet of confusion
Murderer freed by the leader's disillusion

Dewdrop laced lawn emitting diamond silence
Respect dead in the tea of the gnome
All actions legalized are forsaken by the clan
Injustices littered by the human home

Hopeless horn blown amongst the wind
Corner quenched the landscape's thirst
Close to a precipice the suicidal

Rhymes aborted by the poetry
Cigar hand burnt by the rebellion
Dreaded dawn for the caring soul

Forts of forts in the native heart
Avarice worn by a misguided spectre

PART 2: His Words

Cylindrical Christ believed by a people
They had lost a game of innocence and abandonment
Reform the perception of man carried by a king of thorns

Taste the echoing wine and hear his sorrow and love
Chew the lauded bread in communion and enlightenment
Saved by a man anointed by his minister
Cry tears of guilt and caress the shape of sin

Fear judgment and false given lights
Nailed to shapes of hate for days and nights
Perceived by the mass with warm sympathy
Adorn the hat of fools with passion of your name

Moth wing in coronations of the wed
Fruit skins absorbed by the kindness of man
Instant death by those who abused the name
But still they come to glare at the loving disguise

Master of corruption
Plaster their consumption

Flawless treaded journey

Sing the hymns of joy and confrontation
Believe the tales of thoughts untold
Forbid the gleams of opposition
Forsake the love of whom we scorn

Once they had a day by which there was compassion
Then invaded by disease of spiritual imprisonment
Above sits a frown at tainted waters and stories
Above sits a man betrayed and bound to a cannon

Master of our choices
Blackened spirited voices

Flawless patterned faces

Missed visions of gods traced by and counted
They'll lose again and follow a modern voice
This cloud had a friend who balanced himself with nature
He fell to earth and spoke in a familiar tone

With their being lost in faith
A voice challenged the silence
Common ground between us
Let us pray

PART 3: Postlude in A Minor

In primitive years
The cadences echoed in crimson caves
They were music men
Discovered by the beat of bones in ancient days

Standing in renaissance
The composition of man reached fertility
Building rhythmic talents for humanity

Prophets stood contemplating song
Dreaded theories recognized by seers
They'll know you crossed the zephyrs

They watched legions of strings
Caressed by knowledge and inter being
Knelt at the conductor's chair
The synesthesia with notes they're seeing

Blackened mysterium
Prefatory predator chords
Audience nonexistent
Ring his bells, stomp his boards

Turned the wheel of centuries
Iconoclast of class birthed horns and keys
Tuned and timed with style
Echoes heard across the seas

They wrote symphonies
Aided by their pied pills
Amusing electric circus
Avenue of musical valleys and hills

Kept in the silver box
Tyrannical surgery
Cut apart the lyrics

Find them a note
Find them a word
Find a perception of intellectual absurd

Tossing their life
Wrecking their time
Saving the currency on synthetic rhyme

We lost ourselves in the ruination of conceptual living
We've lost the ability of trust
We've lost believe in the superior
We've lost creative expression

We're synthesizers of logic
Ethos polluted with nonsense

Protest of human ignorance has gone insane
Destroy invention
Conform to conventions

Do not live in the past
Do not praise the past
Enjoy it and learn from it