|A Toast to the Living
Author: L.Z.A.K PM
Who knew, who knows.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy - Words: 230 - Published: 05-02-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2667944
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Inky dots and silver whims
make a toast for me to live
upon and past the endings of kins
where butter knifes jab into sins
take a hold of all that is
push it down
and smother it.
A beckon of love
so queer is the dove
who cries golden tickets
to up above
and drinks the poison
made of only elastic gloves
afraid of what is to come.
Candy gums and ice-cream plums
makes bubble baths fear the tubs
of porcelain whiteness
that turns to mud
flourishing a brand new song
which beastly caves echo into tongs
picking up the icing made from
pure blue wrongs.
Sins will sing
a piece for peace
daring all to plunge way deep
to a fake Wonderland
choking all that cannot win
drowning flowers of nightly weds
speaking with only deadly dread
footprints take on all treads.
Screaming voices of the lands
trample beetles with only hands
smashing all that enter bands
farther and farther
they land upon the drowning man
who cries himself to sleep at night
wishing stars would just ignite
his faithful dreams that wither in fright
too potent to make a decent fight.
Nonsense filters right through time
beginning a source of new kinds
that swallow whole all the dimes
screeching loudly with all the chimes
bending low and pushing high
everything is not supposed to be mine.