I jog away the days in the afternoon,
I hustle the lights at night, I whistle in silence just to calm the thought,
I settle the relevance of violence,

Twelve ninety nine, a proven year of hope,
Soled fragmented slope,
Young woman raved the road, slightly stoned,
Disappointed with life and her husband yet so soon;

Smile Afore Thee Rhine with the Memphis of rhyme,
A blasphemous tribune addicted to mortal shrine,
Galloping the vague, restoring the wishful assembled blade,

Eased from yesterday's bind of sorrow for yet tomorrow's known,
Aside the darkened cloud, the moon shines bright tonight,
My lovely one behold, before she became my bride,

Dark assumed, and dressed, are the young’ ones silently for awhile
Shouting, Trick or Treat!
Delayed are the older stunned from yet to be unwrapped gifts

So you say; this is the first time?
So you reckon; this is not the last rhyme?
Have I seen you before, do I know you?
Are you still here, are you releasing the sudden fit of feeling blue?

Ravens descend one day, from out of the blue
I stared for awhile, I flowed the mile
Black is the moan, deep, agonized, as sinful yet so true
I was staggered and frilled with glue

Wings of white and eyes blue like heavens bright,
Mysterious angel of tomorrows must,
Little cherub, passionate and destined for comminute and the wondrous lust
Search for the one you want,

Death awakes the ruins of the unknown, the unknown of the ruins …
That feeling and delight confused fear and strife to what awaits the other side
of Rhythm and control.

So they say; I reckon for the vagabond abound; under the stony bridge of memoirs yesterday stoned from another clime, ashamed from the wonders only the vaguely understands; the vagabond is awakening f

As the moon shape her size in full, and as the Sun breaks his pride in roaming to be endless known as power still for us to abide,

Hornet mouthless grade, they glide across and between membrane's sloth, the ones resting aside the mandarin tree.