Sacred Cycles

 

 

Giving the rock rude n roll

And fold, give in for crimson

Sake

            Or

                        Flushed by

Back doors secret hand

Shake – they’ll see you

Stutter

                        Flutter 

On the fix at tiny races,

See the faces turn green for

Green

            Feel the flow

            Smoke dope – hope

            Scope elope with chicks

As battle blows – hose down the

Lividry for pedigrees

Then sick the mustard back

Upon your shiny shoes.

 

            Pump up the sarcasm

Dig each and every new breed

Read American Psycho – dance

The Sacred Cycles and boast a

Techno twist

                        Tip an apple –

Fake a smiley

                        Boost the empathy

Trip a visionary

                        Fleeting falling

Saviour of disgrace stalling

For a breather,

                        Look the sceptre

In the eye and say, not

I love you but at 3.47 am, adrift

From Heaven - shout

With all the violence the clout

Of life discharged you with,

 

“IT’S TIME, TO PULL THE UNDERGROUND.”

 

            ‘When the Lion Awake’

            ‘When the Lion Awake.’

 

Michael J Waite Sunday 15^th March 2009 2233hrs.