When there is no name on your lips
And into a fluoroscent azure you slip
Like tea in the morning with a song
And a conversation two fortnights long
To do what one wants to do and die
In fame after life fly
For a loved one cry
And in parchments wrinkled and wry
We know of straight lined doors
No moonlight or starlight to shine
Upon your sheathed porcupine
For solitary temples pine
All the bricks on your wall are mine
Why do we see God on Earth?
Yet for sorrow there be no dearth
On the stone walls, my dear, don’t fret
Like your famished furry pet
Brother, come save my life
Will you let her be my wired strife?
To walk on as my own decrepit shoe
Words she utters are true
Always for the one who speak
Like sitting by his trusted brook
Rather, flowing with it and his hate
As lonely as his only bland date
As cold as his only blind fate
And so we all do love to shake
Until the day we decide to never wake
And hence we then move up the ranks
Facing the dreaded military tanks
Thinking of our mother and her pain
The day we brought her sacrifice to shame
Up from flowerbeds in wonderland
And up into the thunderclouds we stand
Sans all thought of right or wrong
Vertigo clubs make us strong
Speak not a word but write
Your unstable mind on white
Dancing like a shining pony
Prancing like a prying monkey
As we want to exist in harmony
And not waste our lives on wines
Or our hours in dusty rhymes
Guffawing across the weeping bridge
And the grumbling castle
Into the isles of elevation
Of sense and perception
Of nocturnal imagination
And the understanding of our Karma.
Ink Idle 
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