GIVE ME JUST A HINT
Winging through the pitch black nights
Choirs are singing from their hallowed heights
Give me just a hint what is actually happening.
All the cherubim view the scripts as they recite
and their magic feet continue their tapping
of rhythms while the lights are dimming.
It’s on the tip of dramatically brimming
over in a provocative flipping motion
as all birds descend to the stormy ocean.
The fish will ascend and are mornings flying
while we have started our pitiful whining.
The petals of sumptuously gentle roses
excites the harlequin as he exposes
the frost as it melts to morning dew.
Then the open blossoms start intertwining
bursting so awesomely as the clown withdrew.
The supposed wise have despised all solutions
cynically disrupting the gorgeous silver lining.
Burning the sacred white cross like a bloody pagan
as all heathens bring their sacrilegious illusions.
Raising the anger of every honest puritan
Give me a hint please I want something stunning
Every day becomes more treacherous and cunning
There’s truly no time for some leisure sunning
Liars are running wild through all institutions
It’s so dire we’re lost in utter madness
Crying out with our bewildered conscious
When will it cease these falsehoods without resolution?
Belittled by their lack of luster and vastness
we stand in check for it’s all tragically superfluous.
Scoffing the absurdly apocalyptic hypocrites
with their one-sided form of war so disastrous.
It is rightfully so, these mongers are token vultures
who claim the occidental have the better culture.
Liberate the common man from the overzealous
who partake in ludicrous play and shamelessly admit
their game of mirrors making the ignorant jealous.
Radically performing their heartless tasks
caring less if an intellectual may ask
the purpose of their meaninglessness
as all crumbles into a bottomless pit?
The glorification of idiocy has taken the upper hand
We might as well emigrate to some foreign land
escaping the outlandish and saving our wit.
The propagation doesn’t interest me and their next stint
I simply keep inquiring please give me just a hint.
I am overwhelmed and befuddled from a revolting stench
while sitting here amusing myself on a park bench.
I’m in my oneness with inspiration and Mother Nature
sitting satisfied in a dream next to a pensive sculpture.
I defy the senselessness and the prognosis of despair
and respire at ease a marvelous breath of godly air.
Having no desire to beg for new stimulus
Laughing with black humor over the ridiculous
Held in the bosom of Abraham so debonair
Drinking a tasty beer my thirst to quench
Let the world go by while I travel alone
in my feistiness as I surely condone
the angelic creativeness of the beauteous
who have remained innocent and unaware.
Not mangled with the political prognosis,
pure in intent, commonplace and homegrown.
Like infants filled with wisdom and no neurosis
glowing like a lighthouse so alluringly voluptuous.