A Queen without land, whose feet is above heaven and life without is dire

For those who have submitted review requests, I apologize. It has been a very busy month for me, I will get right to it.

O’ Lady speak
Let your words carry me
Allow your voice a chance

Have I done that... which may harm your gentle soul?
Or have I spoken ill of a plan that seeks you foul?

O’ Lady speak
Permit your verbs and nouns
Allow your voice--that just and sound--a chance

Have I played a part in that play you hate?
Or have I not, which made this fate?

O’ Lady
Your words are needed
Your chants are heeded

O’ lady of my heart

If it was up to me

I would make you Queen

To be in part

And know that

The anger of the brave vengeful is filled with fury

and the guide to greatness is on its peak

...Hasty I was in a spring to decadence

Till love felt like poverty, when  

Laughters’ assassin came to me

with words of none

She peered from my memories

of restraint and resolve

The awkward silence before speech

The mathematicians of song

...Oh, they formulated life as an integer and a variable where death is irrational and empathy is Phi

The constants are changing with respect to the changing nature of change while equations are fluctuating with tears as their mean

Tormented by memories of old soon as laughters’ assassin strummed her saddening string with a whimsical grin and whispered:

Nothing.... 

Reviews

[Trish D.]

Different. Interesting. Enjoyed.