Thursday, May 8, 2014

Lombard Street Bricks and Mortared



Riddles, Poetry, Sentence in a weird,
the point of what is driven,
 is when the speech is clearly stood,
to be a story's symbolic hood.

The brain attempts,
 to chance a steer,
the makings of the maiden veer,
the Voyage of I could,
to hug a word like dear.

The choice to vibe the tonal ride,
is know more than a plead survive,
these Times that cause the fret inside,
developed rhymes to vibe.

Volume life to calling fear,
out from a strange exist,
the capture of the innocence,
is where I've found a cheer.

Usurping timed to heights of line,
releases sent to try or prime
to a Life in spent and thought to meant,
the treatment cures the sigh.

Communication to and fro,
the aft of sailing gear,
a hub to wheel the spoke to real,
creates a force in near.

Closely talked often mocked,
the counter kept at say,
together lives will constant ties,
improving better piers.

Left alone to venture tone,
acoustics echo back to shown,
letters read and flavor said,
the works evolve with mere.

The total clause to wreck or pause,
a loose rein to relax,
to pick it up impulsive tucked,
too semblance brings by collective means. 

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