In The Secret Of Your Time

Your soul will find the
'Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb of stone;
No one, the quantity, PRY
In the secret of your time.

Silence, in solitude,
Loneliness, which is not so much
The spirits of the dead, who
In life before thee, are back
In death around you, and its willingness to
Will overshadow you; yet.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars do not see
From his throne high in the sky
At the light, as hoped, given the fatal
But his red balls without rays,
For your fatigue is clearly
Fuel and fever
Brackets to you forever.

Today, you are not also prohibit the
Now, visions ne'er disappear;
Your mind, it
Not, as the dew drop from the grass.

The wind, the breath of God, is always
And the fog on the hill
Shade, shadow, but intact
Is a symbol and a sign.
As it depends on trees,
A secret of secrets!

What Matters

I can not open my eyes,
But you're ready to capture
My morning and soul of the victim:
So we must needs this game a day.

My God, what a heart?
Silver or gold, precious stones,
Or Star or rainbow, or a part of
All these things or all of them in one?

My God, what a heart?
You also should'st eye, and Woo,
Iron, which makes all your art
As if you Hasten nothing else to do?

For man the Estate
Amounts (and rich) for you:
He did not create Heaven and earth,
Studies but is not him, who she is.

Teach me your love of knowledge;
That this new light, now I see
May the work and workers show
Then, in a Sun-Beam, I'm going down on you.

Evening Bells Ring

Evening bells, chime

melancholy sweet

a blessed aged

is it a prayer? is it a prayer?

wrapping as with a mantle

a father’s admiring care.

*

Changing times toned

a continued ago joy

with melody anamnesis [thanks]

is it a prayer? is it a prayer?

people accept admired me

some still do, some are gone [where?]

*

Changeless yet changing

I accept not afflicted

I charge to be loved, authority hands

is it a prayer?

touch me with kindness

just let me share.

*

I just wish to share.

Victory Shall Not Be Late

Shall a anemic shadow,

and she a ghost, a phantom

cost so adventurous a king,

whose affection will authority by the promise,

and breach it with beguiling.

She will abandon you with her kiss.

*

Arms that will authority you,

eyes that accept encaptured your own,

in another’s accoutrements entwined

making balmy with affection the place,

where is no affiance to bind,

sweetly dying in the embrace.

*

Chivalry begone,

with block from the kingdom,

Camlan’s acreage will be the site.

The catechism Guinevere shall pose,

wild the blooming she will bite,

will absinthian you too in the throes.

*

Was it Caliburn

taken up for the kingdom

that had brought the victory?

or was it honour which prevailed?

the accurate could cause we may now see,

then casting abroad the brand that failed.

*

Oh Adventurous heart!

will be for a adumbration pale

pierced through with lady’s arrow,

when she has fabricated you cuckold

then Albion’s chase shall know

for Guinevere’s bed were they sold.

*

Mist that lays across

not alone basin but the realm

now veils from our eye the view,

that blue-blooded which fabricated you great.

Then acquisition your backbone in virtue

victory shall not be late.

Victory Shall Not Be Late

Shall a anemic shadow,

and she a ghost, a phantom

cost so adventurous a king,

whose affection will authority by the promise,

and breach it with beguiling.

She will abandon you with her kiss.

*

Arms that will authority you,

eyes that accept encaptured your own,

in another’s accoutrements entwined

making balmy with affection the place,

where is no affiance to bind,

sweetly dying in the embrace.

*

Chivalry begone,

with block from the kingdom,

Camlan’s acreage will be the site.

The catechism Guinevere shall pose,

wild the blooming she will bite,

will absinthian you too in the throes.

*

Was it Caliburn

taken up for the kingdom

that had brought the victory?

or was it honour which prevailed?

the accurate could cause we may now see,

then casting abroad the brand that failed.

*

Oh Adventurous heart!

will be for a adumbration pale

pierced through with lady’s arrow,

when she has fabricated you cuckold

then Albion’s chase shall know

for Guinevere’s bed were they sold.

*

Mist that lays across

not alone basin but the realm

now veils from our eye the view,

that blue-blooded which fabricated you great.

Then acquisition your backbone in virtue

victory shall not be late.

The Wind in the Trees make the leaves clap

I’ve apparent the wind in the trees

the leaves applause their hands

yes they applause their hands

rejoicing in the breeze.

*

I apprehend the wind in the night

when no eye can see

it’s too aphotic to see

whispering out of sight

*

I watch seasons of the year

and it’s affective on

always affective on

it’s your life, authority it dear

*

I see the leaves on the ground

time for them has turned

yes the time has turned

they lay they accomplish no sound

*

Treasure in the easily of one

with eyes that can see

a child’s eye can see

wonder in what’s been done.

*

In the abysmal of the winter

trees are apparent and bare

no leaves, apparent and bare

come spring’s admiring tinter

*

So admirable the apartment shade

blackbird finds her home

all birds accomplish their home

such adorableness God has made.

MELODY MAN

Melody man accent me a tune

what can you see today?

pushchair babyish a toy balloon

it’s the humans that you play

*

Marching down aggressive man

past the women huddle

play the music I apperceive you can

pick out addendum from the muddle

*

Finger and play, duke accomplished weaving

you yield my animation away

melody box all believing

everything you accept to say

*

Gypsy the waltz, tipsing polka

set the artery acceptable scene

catch the runner, break the walker

play the abracadabra that they mean

*

Oh melody man accent a tune

I’m audition what you see

uptown motion alteration so soon

all ball to your symphony.

Someone about [but I can't acquisition it now] commented that Melody Man looks like the little prince, I didn’t apperceive who was the little prince so I arrested it out, he’s a little boy but the facial announcement is similar. Melody Man is based on a absolute being and all attempts by me to draw a acceptable affinity bootless I,m afraid. But Melody Man [my name for him] is addition of Winchester’s added illustrious characters,street busker Frank Williams, I accept generally apparent how he watches humans as they array by and something in their airing or behaviour catches his eye and he will change the tune he is arena to suit.