Assumed positions are our poetry,
the mother of all harlots ---
as she gives birth to our ideas,
For all lost and found
in the sand or waters or where it is
for a legend or a myth
it is but a wild goose chase
it matters not to create
for in jealousy is it taken or destroyed
by the demiurgs who can not.
without a man was it
never begot in the womb,
a barren landscape be
painted on the cultural minds,
as holes and balls ---
In struggles it all but is as a lake
frozen solid by cloven touch.
You don't have to win, to be the best
because it's musical lyrics
wrapped in the stories we tell
of freedom gained and lost
in struggles it all but reappears
as an incense left behind.
Consumed as a gladly pay for
but not for this - not for ---
the children which never was,
Yet never saw for cooperaton
it was neither but Divine Inspiration
this was for Humanity.
There for [ ] for [ ] reality
but for the fall and rise
it was for a joy to behold for its time.
without woman 'twas
I but listened to the whispers
in our ears caress
as these lines was an inception
in letters intonation ---
In struggles it all but disappears
as smoke out the window.
The most popular can be bought
the story told never can ;
As the remnant sounds of life
which passed us all by
In struggles it all but is as a fire
burnt out - ashes remain. |