Little old lion
That sits on a brick
Looking as though a guard
What respite doth bring
Such sentinel a beast
In the hour
Of a deep felt freeze?
Tag: lion
Demon Vixen (day 3134)
Demon eyes are quadruple sized
Vixen and her Slayers
Born again into right time
Champion at the stables.
And like the Lion
So lives the Vixen
– Boxom in her breath –
Squarely risen
From the depths,
Cobra on her shoulder.
Tomorrow (The Double by Dostoevsky) (day 3000)
Tomorrow’s another day
Broken off and delayed
For a ghost has passed on through,
Spoken for a few.
And memory cannot pursue
What slanders overgrew
Like a lion amidst the chaos
He shall find the torn cloth.
What’s spoken could be mistaken
To proud to pass away
Unseen and unheard
Distance to a blockard
Dastardly and disheveled
To await another day.
A Freedom (day 2797)
I don’t know what piece of you wants to be free
I’ve searched a while now
A long walk through the forest
And only tracks of wild animals show.
Your mind has spoken
But your heart stays back still
Relentless and wandering
You have yet to let go.
I can open screen doors
To hear the sweet lion roar,
I can warp time inside flannel
And forget about mountains
I’ve left there, behind,
But of your freedom
-Your moment of truth,
Where doth escape render;
Ultimate faith
Shall hold the reins
For this wild beast.
You’ve Got to Love What You Get (day 2670)
Sometimes it just doesn’t make sense
Sometimes you’ve got to love what you get
When rain falls, everyone gets a bit wet
And if the sun sets
You’ve got to get with what you can.
Like a lion’s roar
You’ve got to grab hold your charge
‘Till you’ve made it your own
Finding diamonds in stones
No one’s left out, no one’s left there behind
Not in a world where everyone shines.
So my mercy is an invitation
For your crop seed, perennially
Take it from me
Cause I was born here to bleed.
Sometimes it’s what you know how to do
Sometimes there’s not a question or clue
There’s an opening
Across the supporting beam
Made from the start
So you can give all your heart.
Filled With Stars (day 2423)
Why is it we lose our way
When the light’s turned off
And the song’s the same.
When the lion roars
It knows its call,
So our lonely nights
They are filled with stars.
When we have a chance
Do we raise our voice?
Do we stand up tall
And right our wrong?
Do we listen to our memories?
Our inner voice
That knows the stars.
There are signs for us
That show our way,
Shining as they are
So our souls can see.
They light our path
In our darkest hour,
So begin today
Watch for those stars.
Bishop (day 1649)
The holy roads of checkmate
Lay my English sober
Leaving lions at the gate
Screaming at misshapen strangers
Spitting on this cigarette ridden sidewalk
With stutters and sideways mysteries
That, to my careful eyes
Jogging left and to the right,
I feel empathetically complacent
And take my bishop onward: strong.
Into Thy Purity (day 1485)
Held in me: Lion, I am pure roar.
If you: thy Queen, I thee King.
Shake my heart in to this vase,
Drink me in entirety
Leave not a drop to tell the tale.
Surface.
Let this not be of thy guide,
Let this be inward
For in this is purity.
Dragons Flare (day 898)
Pull together last lights of madness’s laughter
Let lions roar, eagles soar, dragons flare
Left lingering will caution evil’s master
Covering naked sin with melodies gentle subtle layer
And a crying baby reverberating through halls desire
Rumbling (day 870)
Just cant sit here right now
Enthusiasm building up inside
A crime that ain’t yet committed
Sin purely built up on guilt
I ain’t been off the good track
Just living a life n’its demands
Hadn’t been here too long now
Didn’t plan on going anytime soon
Lasted a lifetime of Dogness
Becoming a Lion is zen
Mention a man and his liberties
Stuff a man up with sin
Feet are beginning to rumble
And all rumbling getting let loose