Awake
At your peril
And your beatitude
That sleeper on the latitude
Of light
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Awake
At your peril
And your beatitude
That sleeper on the latitude
Of light
the cold
cold breath of Frost
tickles the icy air
with the softest touch of a ghost-
Ghoulish.
oops.. sorry..
Ghoulish
and foolish the
monster is blueish. I
would not go in there, but what do
I know?
of light,
resplendent light
that bathe a mortal's plight
in celestial hues and colors-
Perfect
Perfect
perfection, my
fate comes to get me if
I cannot stop it from coming
through there.
Through there
Abandon hope
Through there you may enter
The City of Desolation
(Or not)
or not
to give up hope
my garden still needs weeding
and my growing season is not
over
Over
In the clover
We used to sing as boys
You smile at me and I can hear
Our noise
snore-aholics anonymous
our noise
in night noses
like the Tchaikovsky's
1812 Overture bassoons
good grief
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqANp...eature=related
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Good grief
Oxymoron
Like ugly pulchritude
But in fact neither fiction is
Wrong, right?
Wrong/right
Black/white, day/night
One for love, one for spite
Which to accept and which to fight
Now choose
Now choose
Your sex, your race,
If you can bear a child
If you'll have Pepsi or Coke with
Free will
free will
to fight for peace
holy wars, lover's quarrels
fine mess when free-will meets insane-
logic
5 oxymorons for you :)
Logic,
If masculine
Or gynecologic,
Is always arduous to rhyme.
Big time!