Sunday, March 15, 2015

All Be Your Sand



The Louds of the Quantum Ballet Make for the Brilliance of the sun on the Moon of A howl,
in the Breeze of Mind the counter kinds to bounce the line to Talk a travel on the Sane,
touch the Horse to blanket The fire on the flame that burns Lightning to Thunder that dare!!

Baked Fired the Eggs of the Salmon Run to the river banking Read,
cobble Stones touch the Heavy on the Lake a Forged,
to Creek that Niagara inside My Head,
Owe Boy!!

That dance of the Merry like this Waltz is the Fritz of the Come On a fair,
to dance the Elephant on the Range of talk blasting Echoed,
sky rounds with the Rain in the sound at branches off the ground,
stirred Supper tasked lunched to the Dinner on the groove of the seldom Herd of The Blues!!

To the missing of a dear and Old Friend dg,
the Man in the mystery with a Hand to gentle my brain with hugs of length,
an engagement from the youth of my certain tacking Up for the reason on the Wisdom to shoe.

In blades of the Turmoil the Prized was the show of the guitar on the Gibson loving a player,
to the Ages in the Fact as A Thousand Year traced my rival to be the Beamer of shoulder Sails,
the billowing Winds to the Tags at the Worlds finder Freezed,
trains to the Rails of Time in the Caliber 'till the lat.

The saddle of the Straps on the stirrups riding the Storms of Man Signed a spring to the Quill,
in written the store of the Company laugh as that is Has the World on an Ancient Tale spin,
raptors on the Mast a basket to Shallows the rocks and the Shards of the stacked,
strong Arms that have Cave to the field of Production hath only the faddle for the Tassel steam!!

A Chord to the singer in the sheets of the balance as the ink in the drops of Truth hath a Fast,
in dialect on the language of Original placing Plato before the religions that stoop drag,
anchors a slate to the Thought of the Stead that barns trust.

Stable to the Muck is as the ditch is to the Feed,
in the porcupine A Cactus is by way the thorn to tackle the Needle,
in the sleigh of the Sands it is with the drifts,
to smooth the flaccid plundery taking a rib snapping treating the Crime,
to death of the banks on the Western scour of the Rise in and On the lathe,
a shingle making the Roof for the Fiddler to recite the Song of the Tradition,
what a gallop at the days of plunder Sharking Hi to spell the absolute as the Hoot Knows!!

Dial the taste to the Swall on the Pan of the riddle in the brow of the glycerin to String,
pour Isn't the mud it is the Singing of the last to the First on the slat,
slice the Apple to talk a Mile a Garden for the Swim of the drink,
bite to the Simple parking Out as the fence is the key,
think with the gate to Familiar the Tomb,
the tooth to the lay.

Insidious throws to the Ale in beneath the belly of the boughts,
on the leg of The Horse it is a wrap,
cotton to the Sake and the Polo placed a Make,
speaking Fort to a ankle & An itch,
a swash buckler that Boards to the Ship on the plank,
yet in the Say is the Caller of the our on the Minuet of a Came!!

Shuttering lyrics to the thimble of the Piano deeming The Bench to a Clock,
looping the Infinitive to seeing the Planned,
sparking the Ignition to Rockets on the foundation of the Scribe to the grace,
oh for the Favor is Only the State of a few in the Sigh of Greats!!

To be known by Way of the Tell in this Hand I write Aye Nana,
to my wonder of a Grandfather the Patience, the Eyes, a Smile in a blazed,
firing the cheek to that crooked smile I wore,
 so hated was I but in that I learned,
the Fashion of the Crane to special the Event with the most Incredible lark,
a memory of Clues from being found to scraps of Meet that engaged the better bets of Me.