Through haze of troubled days black eyed sad he came.. over desert.. over mountains.. calling all ‘The Shame’..
On winged unicorn named ‘Toot’ one land to the next.. searching.. ever searching moot.. for changes in his text..
He had seen the hands of demons.. shook the hands of Gods.. sat with Cleopatra.. worn silks.. in-time fashion ‘mod’..
Things seen from the minds expressed in latest ignored mix.. speaking knowledge searched his never ending text..
Called corruptor.. sat and supped royal for his name.. said he had a knack.. a tact you know for running game..
Emeralds spark left a mark.. larks sang as he flew.. on ‘Toot’ eternal unicorn.. forgotten dreams of you..
Heels would click.. as clocks would tick silent worlds of dream.. not one to the other.. just shade as dark fears scream..
Rhythm downstairs calling true.. calling real and drunk.. recognized true from the lies.. some held in ancient trunks..
One second a demon.. next angel of good.. one a plane on guard with guns.. next a statue stood..
Born with energy of living.. by the All Souls Mart.. was he just a dreamers dream?.. born pretty with no heart..
Senses rise.. senses fall.. disaster sets a tone.. clear or dense as lava cold.. or old petrified bone..
Children species listen well no maze can hold your track.. always you.. what you do.. going.. coming back..
Drunks.. monks.. holders of chunks true in precious worlds of lies.. simple breathing for a start.. know laughter from cries..
See to feel what no lies steal.. for once the lie is seen.. as smell of the rotting.. thus allotting what life means..
Simple poem.. a simple song.. way done true and sure.. for you a simple mirror.. eyes reflecting feeling pure..
Illusions from rider of ‘Toot’.. his shifting words and ways.. many times.. another crime.. to steal your precious days..