Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A Semblance of Words taken from Granted given to Thee


I've sprung hyperion
from the wax cube
fermenting into a
stew of the new
....breath-taking!

This stillness of nerves
neurological
astrological
psychological
melancho-logical

....safe-guarding
the trump of spades
disguised as eyes
blinded by bright
.....so bright!

The nuances multiplied
by a mercurial bounce
given to thrones
....uplifted?
they scream at buzz
invading the inner
....sanctum?

Joy o! joy!
girl or boy?
the makers of dreams
stealing the themes
raiding with screams

The lofts of life
pedestals erected,
gods carved from ivory
and worship ...this!
....already worshipped?

Tunnel reaching deep
where goeth the thyme
that sparked revolution
… herbs?
smokin'!!!

[go now and buttress all thought]


_____^_____
Cecil B.. Lee

Reality is...
Who cares what it is.
Flesh is difficult living
and just about perfect.

nice flow with imaginative stanzas with a bit of everything, ...rhyme, wordplay....questions, answers, propositions, stimulation.....

thanks, mnaz and Steve!