RMC

Serene is the scene I am green
from my spine you’ll find mean
means to be a pristine lean machine
flying above prey they pray I death bring.

Thou art is part of your art Lord
swords or absorb the orbs that bored
my Priest who sees me feel the mean chord
around the fan there was there before.

Still the still peace of the east is beast
to you inner feelings I want chameleon
camouflage lodge and dodge the crease
in the eye that spys a cry lie do millions.

I wanna lawn and sauna to sip and dip
my ass in like sin with my grin I slip
every night I wanna long trip to sip
my choice of liquor quicker thick.

Poison is my GI track it’s a fact I lack
the esteem to move the machine I slack
because I think feeling bads whack
so I numb with a quick gun of fun of facts.

We all go out it’s about a shout that routes
an ear clear so throw your spears
to pierce my peaceful sphere
so everything is kind and divine here.

The sun reaches eyes that narrow
like a sparrow for you I have an arrow
for the heart Cupids stupid should I lay low
and keep my assertions slow?

I want to know the flow of the world,
but then I don’t I won’t be a joint
that splits a narrow mind that swirls
when knowledge needs a point.

Let’s take the fate on shoulders
folders look I am older
than what I should have spurred
conversations about doubt colder.

Years touch the years I fear near
are the diabolical logical philosophical
words I want to hear to keep clear
the miles ahead nautical.

For deep is the sleep I need to succeed
so I portion my time I need
the feed of life to relieve strife bleed
do the attitudes I read on faces in the deep.