tour de force of triumph...
stories from a world divided
where scarlet rage is intertwined with shine colored like suns- collided
in a clash of clans devising plans to seek until they find it
draped in coward's colors but cannot be mistaken for spineless
if you cant read between the lines why bother opening your eyelids?
all I hears the sound of silence...
must you be reminded?
shades from the past...
spectres of a memory.
a clock chime marking the pass of time and ending chemistry
between periods of disbelief and the unraveling mysteries
secret wisdom learned from all the greatest kings in history
mathematic tactics practiced just to keep it interesting
a classic masterpiece treatise- forever livin infamy
or is it simply nothing more than neverending misery
lessons we're administering...
from unions skilled in villainy
plans don't always work like clocks
though it seems unorthodox
I'd rather stand on principle
your principle is stand and watch
thinking simple standard thoughts
standardized for scanning dots
while I fractal the lames... only set I claim is Mandelbrot's
infinite expansion with the gift to gab at random
unplanned so i can handle any topic I am handed
break down subject matter like the bonds were just covalent
then pull it all together like the forces between planets