The king does sayThe king does listenFor charm and smilesas his eyes glisten Wind and wind around his fingersAll who followas his frightful descent silently lingers. But fear of his mind does take hold,with every lie and half truth told.He sees himself as nothing morethan the vermin bowing at his door. Crown of antlersopen handsThereContinue reading “The Prideful Man”
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He who sits upon the drawing board
ScratchScratchScratch. Vigorously, the artist erases his work. ScratchScratchScratch. He who sits upon the drawing board, watches him with a smile. ScratchScratchScratch. The second attempt, crunched into a ball. ScratchScratchScratch. He who sits upon the drawing board, laughs at him, mocks him ScratchScratchScratch. The artist vigorously erases his life’s work ScratchScratchScratch. He who sits upon theContinue reading “He who sits upon the drawing board”
Words
We know it, we know it.The word, it just eludes us.We know it, we know it.Please just give us time. They speak not, they speak not.For all the words elude them.They speak not, they speak not.Thus they commit a crime. It lies there, it lies there.On the tip of your tongue.It lies there, it liesContinue reading “Words”
Mister Spaceman 