Collective Tapestry 5

In words that are simple from the brigade of taste. Takes you away through both time & space

A Taste Of Joy

　

onto a barren flask

a brand new task

falling emblems on the floor

a cry for more

　

at the impulse of it's joy

calling the leaves out onto it's ploy

look deep inside your swell

a taste of joy,

　

cleave to the honor of each impulse

in my decayed frame

let me be the first to explain;

a highway with wheels of transformation

　

the less that you give you have more for the taken

wandering

wandering

in a field of folly

the wanting

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A Soft Surprise

　

pull back the blanket from your hidden eyes

a soft surprise

the tongue of the innocent

in memory of an order

　

the shelter

in social disorder

the flames of love's conquest

no shoulder to cry

　

the faint of the butterfly

time well spent in thought

the elapse of time stands alive

creatures, features & soft feathers

　

strong dreams forever

no matter what the weather

it gets better

under the pulse of the hidden vein

　

　

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Rule The World

　

onto each episode

let the truth be told

love sparks the flame

let me be the first to explain

　

many there be want to rule the world

to elevate faced to contemplate

turned to fate

make no mistake

　

lines being drawn in the sand

when to understand

violent eyes of poetry

　

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Memory Of The Moment

　

in the hour of death

I must clearly confess

life is but a test

you'd be wise to look west

　

onto the vergence of the sea

life is but a mystery

falling Elms in the trees

the mountain top peak

　

shared through the memory of the moment

　

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Visions

　

hunger for longing

of heaven's desire

come quikly to the plains

herald to the visions

　

left under the bridge

listen deep to the words

quaint visions from the sky

a faithful passerby

　

cling free to the eye

the tender longing

the ambush of togetherness

ceiled with a kiss

　

visions in my mind

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In The Days Of Old

　

in the days of old

let the truth be told

a king would dwell

outside it's forbidden swell

　

the throne would behold

of kings and queens

the summer breeze

cadence through the trees

　

A Bob Ross portrait

composed of bells and rings

stand below the fire

a quaint vested desire

　

with words of parting quest

life is but a test

to enter into its rest

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Sunset Superman

　

the plagues through the flames

the mentally insane

the Sunset Superman

the thought of yes we can

　

through barren days of gold

let the truth be told

Ronnie James Dio would unfold

through eyes of flames

　

who are we to blame

the song remains the same

he lurks over heavy bounds

with immense sounds

　

over the hills and far away

a shadowy figure awaits

to help summon a parting passing few

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