Analyse Persuasive LanguageBlue-grey clouds on a nameless road. Violet hues on a mountain side. A sky that reaches down and down To touch A never-ending sky.Analyse Persuasive Language
Wide-eyed birds with a single thought. Falling glass with a wand'ring face. The shining grace of unerring men I find to be A pretty pity.
The rhythm halts, And jolts, And breaks. The subject wavers On its toes. It tips, And tilts, And crashes down -
Like a music box, begins again.
Notions naught but a hopeful dream Fast become but a buried wish. Although, in truth, min
Of Parasites and PersimmonsBe gone, the echo of your name, So plain in sight yet lost in clouds Of toxin, painted in the sky, By wasted time of chasing stars, In light, but night is passed in shrouds.Of Parasites and Persimmons
The shadows hidden from one hand, And kept in mist by unlit lamps, Sit on your shoulders where once sat A pearly watcher, dressed in snow, Who shied the tide of drugs and tramps.
Be silent now, and listen in
Upon the waves of crashing trees, And dying land and angels vexed; Instead the echo of your god Sings drunkenness and hopeless pleas.
And watch the turning
The Course of the Silver RiverThe silver river winds, The verity unfolds, As molten diamond pours upon the land. And underneath the veil Of black, star-studded night, The whisper in the breeze extends a hand.The Course of the Silver River
To touch it would be death, And yet to hesitate Would cause it all to melt away in peace. So hard it is to find The strength of heart within To lie upon the air and let it cease.
The Valley of DeadThe stars did not glow, nor did the moon shine,The Valley of Dead
No crickets or owl call was heard. Each crack of a twig became death to the heart, To the Dark Place each rustle referred.
Our tents far behind, we skulked like the damned –
Blazing patrons of Satan alone. No torches were lit, no fire alight To dance memories leading us home.
The valley was deep and the grass had all died Leaving thorns to run wild and free. The men had thorns too, all strapped to their sides, Which came out amongst yawps of glee.
The town was below, no man yet had stirred,
Reaching Boundariesthoughts are constricted, the breach to freedom is the tree falling in the forestReaching Boundaries
no one hears “Yes” – reverberating through the photons the granular medium not deep enough
tears are confined, the riverbed is grim with false determination determined variables slip out of their values
the tree falls, about to hit the ground, the air, falls again
until I see
sound subtly escaping from underneath the swing of time, visibly
too optimistic for the faint of heart, the skulls are waiting to be cleaved words won’t spring from them
Explanation for no ExplanationI want to describe it You The way you expand Over my head Whisper words that are intertwined I cannot understand In my mortal form You’ll take me along one day I’ll realize what miracle That I only know right now I wonder Gaze at an infinite pinnacle And see Nor color nor shape Something else I can’t describe it You But what it tells You tell me to try So I use conventional words Beauty for one Ravishing red for two Endlessly enveloping edges for three The next moment it’s gone TakExplanation for no Explanation
Enter the politicianThe toothy grin The hapless smile Lulling the audienceEnter the politician
The declarations The promises Hollowed to the core
The hopes The dreams All crushed
The swings The polls The ever present speculation
The truth The lies All mixed, inseparable from each other
Caprice
Artistic
Why thank you, good sir! Always good to have some encouragement
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