Title: untitled poem (jmhs)
Struggling between two points
Scoring the floor with talons referred
Simplicity in consistent duality
Taking into consideration initiative
A spectrum of constant relativity
Spoken in the echoes of broken tones
The words of definition scatter
Bones vibrating with vibrant rhythm
In an Oracles window a cage glistens
With that sense of urgency we fly
To make assumptions that we can
Maintain an animated meaning
In making a materialized median
Taking into account the accosted
The feudal struggle in accepting
Earth is only embraced by bodies
Moving in accordance with a law
Abiding mechanisms have no time
Regressing in the sin of refinement
When the sphere maintains a luster
Supplied by the muses mastering
Through all these epochs
There has always remained an echo
Enoch spoke of much
The priest sang of such and hushed
Et cetera
ET turned to entertain
Meant to bury the beurocracy
Of beautiful charities
Held in molding temples
Crowned bust beneath the surface
Theia is worn by the regal legion
As Nyx paints the faces with reason
Treason is a treat to the meek
The comedy held in hearing a song
For a tragedy of divine intervention
The oracle turns to face the gazing
Falcon forementioned seeing a intention
In a tense of augmented interactions
To sense the situation
In sincerely seeking
Such a rarity
*I wrote this piece with its foundation focused on the proclivity to abandon continuity for consistency while offering loose reference to some applicable allegories.
#jmhs #poetry #review
Struggling between two points
Scoring the floor with talons referred
Simplicity in consistent duality
Taking into consideration initiative
A spectrum of constant relativity
Spoken in the echoes of broken tones
The words of definition scatter
Bones vibrating with vibrant rhythm
In an Oracles window a cage glistens
With that sense of urgency we fly
To make assumptions that we can
Maintain an animated meaning
In making a materialized median
Taking into account the accosted
The feudal struggle in accepting
Earth is only embraced by bodies
Moving in accordance with a law
Abiding mechanisms have no time
Regressing in the sin of refinement
When the sphere maintains a luster
Supplied by the muses mastering
Through all these epochs
There has always remained an echo
Enoch spoke of much
The priest sang of such and hushed
Et cetera
ET turned to entertain
Meant to bury the beurocracy
Of beautiful charities
Held in molding temples
Crowned bust beneath the surface
Theia is worn by the regal legion
As Nyx paints the faces with reason
Treason is a treat to the meek
The comedy held in hearing a song
For a tragedy of divine intervention
The oracle turns to face the gazing
Falcon forementioned seeing a intention
In a tense of augmented interactions
To sense the situation
In sincerely seeking
Such a rarity
*I wrote this piece with its foundation focused on the proclivity to abandon continuity for consistency while offering loose reference to some applicable allegories.
#jmhs #poetry #review
Title: abracad abcdefiguring (pt.1)
A b c
Such a delightful delicate dilemma
This delicious deluge of delusion
Delivering a deduced dedication
A design destined for decryption
Destruction of deception deliberate
An eclipse of ecstacy experienced
Each emulation of the sum eccentric
Excessive the exhibition of exchange
Each eye every I in me as you as we
Feeling free finding flares in the fog
Foundations and founts of fractals
Forced into a forum the fool
Good thing grace is granted gratuitous
My greedy ghost growing gracious
Hastened he hurts to help humanity
Having had it happened
Heeding he hopes
Heathens hoarding hate having hell
Investigate the infinite invitation
Involved I instigate and insist
Information is inside tangled within
I incite into you entangled incantations
Intepreted as insanity as instilled
Just juxtapositions of a jester
Jewels of just joined justice
Just us
Kneeling never needing a kind of any
Keen king knowledge Kabbalistic
A key to keep it kinetic allows creation
A kaleidoscope of keynotes kept in
Leaving us a lust for legitimacy
Left to the right of learning to live
Lies and lyres leading only to loss
Learning love is a language latent
Laterallus like a logarithm
Logging the rhythm
This majestic mystery so mystical
My imagination making maps
Meanings melting into the mirror
Mass and made ammends
Minding the miracle of mind
A mandala of mercurial memory
Needing to know I near the null
Nine not necessarily the next now
Noting the night and nothing new
Nefarious it forever is as it is not
Opportunity opposed by the opposite
Outside of the ordinary I open up
Oh the options opening origin
Organic oscillations of our operations
People pretending protect power
Persistent playing my punishment
Promethius promised pure intent
Probable parents pushed patterns
Preventing this progress productively
Possibilities pictured peripheral poetry
Question the equalities quality quickly
Quote a query of Qabbalism
A qualified quantum perspective ques
A quest of quite curious questioning
Reality reigns in reflections refraining
Really to just read records relatively
Respectively we rectify
A reconnaissance
A reminiscent Renaissance resides
Risky my reading of recollections
Risidual redemption rising
...
#review #poetry #jmhs
A b c
Such a delightful delicate dilemma
This delicious deluge of delusion
Delivering a deduced dedication
A design destined for decryption
Destruction of deception deliberate
An eclipse of ecstacy experienced
Each emulation of the sum eccentric
Excessive the exhibition of exchange
Each eye every I in me as you as we
Feeling free finding flares in the fog
Foundations and founts of fractals
Forced into a forum the fool
Good thing grace is granted gratuitous
My greedy ghost growing gracious
Hastened he hurts to help humanity
Having had it happened
Heeding he hopes
Heathens hoarding hate having hell
Investigate the infinite invitation
Involved I instigate and insist
Information is inside tangled within
I incite into you entangled incantations
Intepreted as insanity as instilled
Just juxtapositions of a jester
Jewels of just joined justice
Just us
Kneeling never needing a kind of any
Keen king knowledge Kabbalistic
A key to keep it kinetic allows creation
A kaleidoscope of keynotes kept in
Leaving us a lust for legitimacy
Left to the right of learning to live
Lies and lyres leading only to loss
Learning love is a language latent
Laterallus like a logarithm
Logging the rhythm
This majestic mystery so mystical
My imagination making maps
Meanings melting into the mirror
Mass and made ammends
Minding the miracle of mind
A mandala of mercurial memory
Needing to know I near the null
Nine not necessarily the next now
Noting the night and nothing new
Nefarious it forever is as it is not
Opportunity opposed by the opposite
Outside of the ordinary I open up
Oh the options opening origin
Organic oscillations of our operations
People pretending protect power
Persistent playing my punishment
Promethius promised pure intent
Probable parents pushed patterns
Preventing this progress productively
Possibilities pictured peripheral poetry
Question the equalities quality quickly
Quote a query of Qabbalism
A qualified quantum perspective ques
A quest of quite curious questioning
Reality reigns in reflections refraining
Really to just read records relatively
Respectively we rectify
A reconnaissance
A reminiscent Renaissance resides
Risky my reading of recollections
Risidual redemption rising
...
#review #poetry #jmhs
(Pt. 2)
...
Risidual redemption rising
Seeking satiety a symptomatic sin
Sadastic symbolism a synonym
Sacred scripts my sympathy
Synthetic signals so sublime
Set and setting something sensational
Sparatic to separate stochastic
Seeking no sympathy showing sines
The truth to the text is treacherous
It is a truly tedious tolerance of time
Tricky to test a technical tide and crest
Treason is still a testament
Telling a testimony takes money
Universally unanimity is understood
You ultimately understand ultimatums
Undergoing updates then if only
Using Uranus like urgency is urgent
Up to you I'll choose to undergo
A vendetta valid vicariously valued in
Verification of various views
Variables and valuable verses
Now to double you when we are
Where now near then who we were when
I wonder who will want to wander
What will was wished to ponder while
Wallowing my welcome was working
What was I saying
To who when why was where
Weather it is a western world wording
Why not want two bees to see dreams
Excited and experienced in expression
Experiment and expect explanation
Excessive this excerpt of mine
Expansion my expectation
I expect xenophobia to my xenium
Xanthos road to Xanadu once was red One and one to exist
You or who yeild to yesterday
I can yell yet not be yearning for yang
Yes you however you ever are
One oh oh one
This my zero
*one of my personal favorite pieces; a labor of effort dedicated to and from my imposter syndrome when it comes to the focus of my art. Though it has aged as somewhat immature in prose from my current perspective, it has maintained itself with little editing and is overall unchanged from its original draft written entirely in one sitting. I believe the content and themes provide themselves within exceptionally but often worry its erratic cadence outshines any form in the style or consistent narrative. Appreciate any and all reception or criticism always.
#poetry #review #jmhs
...
Risidual redemption rising
Seeking satiety a symptomatic sin
Sadastic symbolism a synonym
Sacred scripts my sympathy
Synthetic signals so sublime
Set and setting something sensational
Sparatic to separate stochastic
Seeking no sympathy showing sines
The truth to the text is treacherous
It is a truly tedious tolerance of time
Tricky to test a technical tide and crest
Treason is still a testament
Telling a testimony takes money
Universally unanimity is understood
You ultimately understand ultimatums
Undergoing updates then if only
Using Uranus like urgency is urgent
Up to you I'll choose to undergo
A vendetta valid vicariously valued in
Verification of various views
Variables and valuable verses
Now to double you when we are
Where now near then who we were when
I wonder who will want to wander
What will was wished to ponder while
Wallowing my welcome was working
What was I saying
To who when why was where
Weather it is a western world wording
Why not want two bees to see dreams
Excited and experienced in expression
Experiment and expect explanation
Excessive this excerpt of mine
Expansion my expectation
I expect xenophobia to my xenium
Xanthos road to Xanadu once was red One and one to exist
You or who yeild to yesterday
I can yell yet not be yearning for yang
Yes you however you ever are
One oh oh one
This my zero
*one of my personal favorite pieces; a labor of effort dedicated to and from my imposter syndrome when it comes to the focus of my art. Though it has aged as somewhat immature in prose from my current perspective, it has maintained itself with little editing and is overall unchanged from its original draft written entirely in one sitting. I believe the content and themes provide themselves within exceptionally but often worry its erratic cadence outshines any form in the style or consistent narrative. Appreciate any and all reception or criticism always.
#poetry #review #jmhs
Title: the mean of any end
Oh no it is nigh just as it starts to part
Bars and clubs are bent to comply
The end is most certainly revered
As the apocalypse brings songs
Hear the trumpets melting the air
As the palace regal ages its wine
For the date is due and setting set
When we turn to flip the tables
Coat them in refractory caste glass
Three of the walls born and one torn
Augmented memory
Virtual telemetry
The metronome is painting spheres
Pivotal rhythm in meta with beta gears
Finding a system in solar ringings
The chaos has yet to prepare a meal
Beyond the appetite of the above
So as dinner is brought to enjoy
The seated await the delicate
The encouragement is met in route
To an envoy of mutually suite spoons
Filled with sugar and our perfect gaze
Glazed platters artistically shattered
When the matte hardly matters
The philosopher is stoned
His skull a hallow bowl
Topped with a classic lid
As the adept gorgeously gorge
The gore is just a silly implore
Desserts are filled with grains of time
The meal is filling the gaps of minds
To hear the origin of narrative echoed
The end is already here
Breakfast for dinner is an option
Another day
Another table veiled aesthetically
To cover a priceless varnish
*I wrote this piece with 2 supporting pillars of reference or refinement; the proclivity collectives have in anticipating an end to their or some existing ideal of motions as well as how this notion is mutual across varying groups with equally different axioms.
#poetry #jmhs #review
Oh no it is nigh just as it starts to part
Bars and clubs are bent to comply
The end is most certainly revered
As the apocalypse brings songs
Hear the trumpets melting the air
As the palace regal ages its wine
For the date is due and setting set
When we turn to flip the tables
Coat them in refractory caste glass
Three of the walls born and one torn
Augmented memory
Virtual telemetry
The metronome is painting spheres
Pivotal rhythm in meta with beta gears
Finding a system in solar ringings
The chaos has yet to prepare a meal
Beyond the appetite of the above
So as dinner is brought to enjoy
The seated await the delicate
The encouragement is met in route
To an envoy of mutually suite spoons
Filled with sugar and our perfect gaze
Glazed platters artistically shattered
When the matte hardly matters
The philosopher is stoned
His skull a hallow bowl
Topped with a classic lid
As the adept gorgeously gorge
The gore is just a silly implore
Desserts are filled with grains of time
The meal is filling the gaps of minds
To hear the origin of narrative echoed
The end is already here
Breakfast for dinner is an option
Another day
Another table veiled aesthetically
To cover a priceless varnish
*I wrote this piece with 2 supporting pillars of reference or refinement; the proclivity collectives have in anticipating an end to their or some existing ideal of motions as well as how this notion is mutual across varying groups with equally different axioms.
#poetry #jmhs #review
Title: Dinner
Ettiquite and when to sit
At the table we dine on flesh
Yet no fear in the eyes of our pets
Likely as their bowl is full
Appetite met in our shared feast
A festival every time food is heard
Little they care unless given
Some red meat or live treat
As the carnal is so easily satisfied
Occasionally now they smell
The delicate delicious recipes
Of these adept animals at work
Learning our loves and doves sit
In their healthy ettiquite
To forget their origin
To watch us eat their kin
This is so sickening to us all
But not so many care
It's really no different
Than the cat or dog not knowing
What a lean shake or steak is
Begging below the dinner table
The nose twitches
To them we must be witches
The eyes shine
To us its not the slightest crime
To tease such a beast
As the beast is dead if quelled
Just like the cooked bird
It's not flying anywhere
While in an oven
These notes are painful to admit
This fork stuck dripping with spit
It is something we must all admit it
The animals never get to quit
Being hungry for what their given
So let us make an effort to eat less
Of the living or dead despite the grown
Parts of nature hard to swallow
With some training
We may share a meal with them
Again someday like once long ago
In a time before land and sands
When we were all one grain
And this sort of thing like eating
Didn't create pain
#review #poetry #jmhs
*this and the following piece were attempts to present some allegory in the domestication of nature and our operations within it.
Ettiquite and when to sit
At the table we dine on flesh
Yet no fear in the eyes of our pets
Likely as their bowl is full
Appetite met in our shared feast
A festival every time food is heard
Little they care unless given
Some red meat or live treat
As the carnal is so easily satisfied
Occasionally now they smell
The delicate delicious recipes
Of these adept animals at work
Learning our loves and doves sit
In their healthy ettiquite
To forget their origin
To watch us eat their kin
This is so sickening to us all
But not so many care
It's really no different
Than the cat or dog not knowing
What a lean shake or steak is
Begging below the dinner table
The nose twitches
To them we must be witches
The eyes shine
To us its not the slightest crime
To tease such a beast
As the beast is dead if quelled
Just like the cooked bird
It's not flying anywhere
While in an oven
These notes are painful to admit
This fork stuck dripping with spit
It is something we must all admit it
The animals never get to quit
Being hungry for what their given
So let us make an effort to eat less
Of the living or dead despite the grown
Parts of nature hard to swallow
With some training
We may share a meal with them
Again someday like once long ago
In a time before land and sands
When we were all one grain
And this sort of thing like eating
Didn't create pain
#review #poetry #jmhs
*this and the following piece were attempts to present some allegory in the domestication of nature and our operations within it.
Title: Zoo
Unkempt as natures golden locks
Of a lion stooped below a stone
Soaking in the rays of his land
Unabridged screams from a cock
Reckoning mourning has to come
Critters scurry and the lions hurry
This is the nature of a beast
Should some monk find the key
To enter the savanna clean
He may appreciate this show
Yet then some man finds his way
In works and toils all through a day
To cut through the bush and gaze
In awe at the profits to be made
These creatures fowl and regal
Keeping in their order of preference
To abide by the laws of the sun
Moon
tide
breeze
currents
All above and below the tree
This man considers nature his own
He takes it all as a predominant
Predatory proclivity preferred
To be slain in the young leather wallets
These animals are caged
Taken far from their origin
Like the King or Mr black so laid back
The shipment escorts nature
To a date with a new zoo
And these poor and feral creatures
Become gauged in their cages
As pennys and benjamins fly
Without wings of feathers
Rather some steel as agreed
The birds hit the ceiling
The lion cowering in the dark
The chickens can't see the sun
And the father is only there
To watch his boy believe
There is such a thing as nature
#jmhs #poetry #review
*mentioned some inspiration in the addendum above.
Unkempt as natures golden locks
Of a lion stooped below a stone
Soaking in the rays of his land
Unabridged screams from a cock
Reckoning mourning has to come
Critters scurry and the lions hurry
This is the nature of a beast
Should some monk find the key
To enter the savanna clean
He may appreciate this show
Yet then some man finds his way
In works and toils all through a day
To cut through the bush and gaze
In awe at the profits to be made
These creatures fowl and regal
Keeping in their order of preference
To abide by the laws of the sun
Moon
tide
breeze
currents
All above and below the tree
This man considers nature his own
He takes it all as a predominant
Predatory proclivity preferred
To be slain in the young leather wallets
These animals are caged
Taken far from their origin
Like the King or Mr black so laid back
The shipment escorts nature
To a date with a new zoo
And these poor and feral creatures
Become gauged in their cages
As pennys and benjamins fly
Without wings of feathers
Rather some steel as agreed
The birds hit the ceiling
The lion cowering in the dark
The chickens can't see the sun
And the father is only there
To watch his boy believe
There is such a thing as nature
#jmhs #poetry #review
*mentioned some inspiration in the addendum above.
Title: A toast
Upon the mount of earth
The Olympian birth
Awaits his deed & will in proper tense
You shall cycle and the cogs will open
New tuning and potions brewing
This is not good news at all
Golden gods are those that fall
I've given it all rams and fleece
Rotten secrets and molded cheeses
Goats and screaming monkeys
Money and monks hiding
Certainly the mountain can't topple
If its tumbled in sugar and sweet fat
Just as those rats had split the bounty
Fifty shifty ones going to eat swords
We've offered them the silky rewards
The divine shall devour the best parts
And oh we shall
And oh we have
And the feast is hardly one for a beast
But these kin can't be sated in basking
Bowls and plates are getting worn
Their hiding their faces behind glasses
Filled with my bloody miscarriages
An affair of the fates in fair fare
To afford a marriages formal offering
Shall my son take the throne
The throne shall not exist again
Shall I give him the Roman roam
This can all recede back into sea foam
Shall my son take my life
Life shall be taken from definition
We've grown wide and wise
Generations of wine to hold pride
Raise yourself to the sky
Uranus missing you
Let grandma give you a kiss
It will end that kind kin of sickness
You'll see
The gods decree
*Heavy inspiration from Greek antiquity.
#jmhs #review #poetry
Upon the mount of earth
The Olympian birth
Awaits his deed & will in proper tense
You shall cycle and the cogs will open
New tuning and potions brewing
This is not good news at all
Golden gods are those that fall
I've given it all rams and fleece
Rotten secrets and molded cheeses
Goats and screaming monkeys
Money and monks hiding
Certainly the mountain can't topple
If its tumbled in sugar and sweet fat
Just as those rats had split the bounty
Fifty shifty ones going to eat swords
We've offered them the silky rewards
The divine shall devour the best parts
And oh we shall
And oh we have
And the feast is hardly one for a beast
But these kin can't be sated in basking
Bowls and plates are getting worn
Their hiding their faces behind glasses
Filled with my bloody miscarriages
An affair of the fates in fair fare
To afford a marriages formal offering
Shall my son take the throne
The throne shall not exist again
Shall I give him the Roman roam
This can all recede back into sea foam
Shall my son take my life
Life shall be taken from definition
We've grown wide and wise
Generations of wine to hold pride
Raise yourself to the sky
Uranus missing you
Let grandma give you a kiss
It will end that kind kin of sickness
You'll see
The gods decree
*Heavy inspiration from Greek antiquity.
#jmhs #review #poetry
Title: ____(suggestions?)
The advent of advanced advertising
Advocating the almighty apex of being
We here now are the best
The rest is passed and less
Present only in the past tense
Living through vicarious senses
Our caricatures and characters
Dying in architectures of the identified
#poetry #review #jmhs
The advent of advanced advertising
Advocating the almighty apex of being
We here now are the best
The rest is passed and less
Present only in the past tense
Living through vicarious senses
Our caricatures and characters
Dying in architectures of the identified
#poetry #review #jmhs
Sailing the craft
This car drafts fast and drifts faster
It's okay when it's not even anything
More or less
It's just a tricky test
So the car turns into a ship
Sailing the pavement
Grooving through the cracks
Never stepped on
It's just the stress of the winds
Tearing the sails
But the storm coming before beckons
It reckons and shoots lightning
Into the sea
This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls
It's rough today says a capital captain
The caption needed is heeded full
The crew knows what to do and pull
The rope tight and lift the canvas
The wind blows harder still
What a treasure they seek to fill
Passing it every wave that crest best
The stow aways all play poker below
It's all part of this ships glow and flow
The water rises
The drought despises
It's own reproduction and reprisals
The rain pours thick
The sails are proofed not to let it stick
To the end of the world they sail sick
The cap and his tin hat capable
Able and stable the wood in the iron
The storm is coming
The stork is coming
The doom and fork are forming
Boring into the knots of the mirror
The package untold left at the pier
Looking back the crew stews
This captured captain has the blues
Reaching for the map
It's been left at the coldest cap
The fat cats at home lap the gaps
Don't frett screams the sail or
The sea men all look away
To the sky turning dark
Dire fire in the sky above looks stark
A smirk and smile
This is the hour
Crew starts to cower with their foes
Alas the horizon further glows
The strongest gust approaches
A storm only gives this ship
More power to love the sea
By carving through it not to flee
The sails demand wind when
To move ahead and past sin
Just as hot air balloons devour wind
#review #jmhs #poetry
This car drafts fast and drifts faster
It's okay when it's not even anything
More or less
It's just a tricky test
So the car turns into a ship
Sailing the pavement
Grooving through the cracks
Never stepped on
It's just the stress of the winds
Tearing the sails
But the storm coming before beckons
It reckons and shoots lightning
Into the sea
This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls
It's rough today says a capital captain
The caption needed is heeded full
The crew knows what to do and pull
The rope tight and lift the canvas
The wind blows harder still
What a treasure they seek to fill
Passing it every wave that crest best
The stow aways all play poker below
It's all part of this ships glow and flow
The water rises
The drought despises
It's own reproduction and reprisals
The rain pours thick
The sails are proofed not to let it stick
To the end of the world they sail sick
The cap and his tin hat capable
Able and stable the wood in the iron
The storm is coming
The stork is coming
The doom and fork are forming
Boring into the knots of the mirror
The package untold left at the pier
Looking back the crew stews
This captured captain has the blues
Reaching for the map
It's been left at the coldest cap
The fat cats at home lap the gaps
Don't frett screams the sail or
The sea men all look away
To the sky turning dark
Dire fire in the sky above looks stark
A smirk and smile
This is the hour
Crew starts to cower with their foes
Alas the horizon further glows
The strongest gust approaches
A storm only gives this ship
More power to love the sea
By carving through it not to flee
The sails demand wind when
To move ahead and past sin
Just as hot air balloons devour wind
#review #jmhs #poetry
Sailing the craft
This car drafts fast and drifts faster
It's okay when it's not even anything
More or less
It's just a tricky test
So the car turns into a ship
Sailing the pavement
Grooving through the cracks
Never stepped on
It's just the stress of the winds
Tearing the sails
But the storm coming before beckons
It reckons and shoots lightning
Into the sea
This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls
It's rough today says a capital captain
The caption needed is heeded full
The crew knows what to do and pull
The rope tight and lift the canvas
The wind blows harder still
What a treasure they seek to fill
Passing it every wave that crest best
The stow aways all play poker below
It's all part of this ships glow and flow
The water rises
The drought despises
It's own reproduction and reprisals
The rain pours thick
The sails are proofed not to let it stick
To the end of the world they sail sick
The cap and his tin hat capable
Able and stable the wood in the iron
The storm is coming
The stork is coming
The doom and fork are forming
Boring into the knots of the mirror
The package untold left at the pier
Looking back the crew stews
This captured captain has the blues
Reaching for the map
It's been left at the coldest cap
The fat cats at home lap the gaps
Don't frett screams the sail or
The sea men all look away
To the sky turning dark
Dire fire in the sky above looks stark
A smirk and smile
This is the hour
Crew starts to cower with their foes
Alas the horizon further glows
The strongest gust approaches
A storm only gives this ship
More power to love the sea
By carving through it not to flee
The sails demand wind when
To move ahead and past sin
Just as hot air balloons devour wind
#review #jmhs #poetry
This car drafts fast and drifts faster
It's okay when it's not even anything
More or less
It's just a tricky test
So the car turns into a ship
Sailing the pavement
Grooving through the cracks
Never stepped on
It's just the stress of the winds
Tearing the sails
But the storm coming before beckons
It reckons and shoots lightning
Into the sea
This hail is sharp & dulls sailing pulls
It's rough today says a capital captain
The caption needed is heeded full
The crew knows what to do and pull
The rope tight and lift the canvas
The wind blows harder still
What a treasure they seek to fill
Passing it every wave that crest best
The stow aways all play poker below
It's all part of this ships glow and flow
The water rises
The drought despises
It's own reproduction and reprisals
The rain pours thick
The sails are proofed not to let it stick
To the end of the world they sail sick
The cap and his tin hat capable
Able and stable the wood in the iron
The storm is coming
The stork is coming
The doom and fork are forming
Boring into the knots of the mirror
The package untold left at the pier
Looking back the crew stews
This captured captain has the blues
Reaching for the map
It's been left at the coldest cap
The fat cats at home lap the gaps
Don't frett screams the sail or
The sea men all look away
To the sky turning dark
Dire fire in the sky above looks stark
A smirk and smile
This is the hour
Crew starts to cower with their foes
Alas the horizon further glows
The strongest gust approaches
A storm only gives this ship
More power to love the sea
By carving through it not to flee
The sails demand wind when
To move ahead and past sin
Just as hot air balloons devour wind
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