A Radiance In Eulogy

There is no denying
The bakers goods are fair
Its a shame he's dying
And no one seems to care
Bye liar clown costume ball
To a winters frostbit wind
Even though its hardly fall


Gleaming streamline sour still
Over a bitter defeat
My aching fingers
Are marching to its beat
His nonsense is collapsing
To a rainbow's subtle glow
And questions that only the heavens know


Liar, liar come alive
Expectations are motherless
Grown from air and thought
Just spawns of carelessness
Wake me before dark
My mood in a mess
Holding on too
Whatever it takes to dress


The utopia crews are better
Than their lines let on
There racial eyes are twitching
And cast on a fictional thrown
Whoever is the best
Please be known
Our maturity has yet to
Show that its full grown


Two tough fights are raging
Between butterfly and angle wings
One is kinda pretty
But I like what the other brings
Its forever lurking
Behind gates I know
Everyone is complaining dread
But its always just for show


Above me the floating feather goes
Slowly dying out
He has no more wind
To scurry 'round about
To whom shall I repay
A promise I was made
That if I go until I drop
I will surely get paid


Its quite the sight they say
Once it has been seen
Two artificial eyes that are
Cast upon a dream
Wrestling beneath a sheet
Of restlessness and its fray
The sincerity of you
More than you could say


A fallacy befalling
A crown no one can touch
The insects are aware
Of its glowing-shiny rust
A needle haystack drew
Unto its blood it takes
The backseat inebriation
And no one to tap the breaks


An interlude of noises
That printed on its show
The infatuation here too
Let all of these minds know
Its a dozen roses sniffing
Into a cautionary tale
One of Cain and Abel
And all the ways you can fail


Liar by the fruit stand
Purchased in full bloom
All the malcontent one could handle
Even the termites in his broom
A radiance in eulogy
Or a break from ignorant speech
Long enough to say the truth
And forget the timing of your preach

Here comes a typical intrude
From over sexed silver-spoon society
Has me sneaking off
And whispering quite quietly
The golden age has died
The fingerprints erode
The once famous face
Is now fixing deaths commode

Sucking all senseless
Clung like a leach
A sea that swirls inwards
Dumping your lungs into bleach
The rushes of a tender
The blemish of a weak
Staying sound and humble
Blessed are the meek
 

Sending autumn love alone
Straight from a tempered smile
No ones seen the hidings
Or had the guts to ask in a while
Its alright now I say
The salt and razor blade
Are off down some road
Either sulking or just on parade


Eyelids of the morning
Horizon lighting up
The easiness in the air
Overfilled my empty cup
How are lungs in winter?
But my enigma is strained
So listless and so tired
All of it gets me drained


Its raining now you see
From sea to seventh sea
The way they watch angrily
Has them bleeding tears into their tea
Slow as sloth breath
Frolicking a swindling smile
All the way down the cobweb
The spider seem in denial


The plates are finished flying
Casting shadows on whom to land
They deicide on the ocean
But crash in a child's hand
Its alright I am told
Tomorrow is always knew
But it seems to me
I'm just doing what I always do.