Dilute to Taste
Undeniable stupidity brands, mutters a hopeful fear
as the scotch of mankind whoops its need.
Yet you still flip if I touch.
I want you to hear those fragile, conditioned moments
fall as easily as you pospone the unobtainable,
fall as easily as you pospone the unobtainable,
where dry, unkept promises ash, furl to old desire.
Thoughts stray, form a mumbled nuisance.
Unbidden truths urge me to pour your gibberish
through the finest of sieves.
.
Yet I battle, scream a flood to those who hear.
And if wise enough you'll tailor the song,
And if wise enough you'll tailor the song,
even paint the harmony for your day.
Fkx
Mon 3rd Jan 2011 13:52
Quite powerful with your diction and phrasing. Will surely return to your works. Thanks for sharing.