From Defense To OffenseUse your mindAs your sixth sense,Forget past tense, Only in the form of remembrance; Thoughts should not be on clearance,Not sold, not bought, Use in the form of reference;Here and thence, Hop the fence,Our bodies are tense,From those controlling our ignorance;Let's commenceTo the answerThat lies behindThe importance Of our minds.
Where The Yellow Hills HideWhere the yellow hills hideUntouched by hand,Deference upon the land.Where the yellow hills hideYoung breeze confide,Since birth, stars eyes.Where the yellow hills hideSea of no salt,Waves of no foam.Where the yellow hills hideTime can never touch,Glasses may never see.Where the yellow hills hideMustards no better taste,Light side of moon's face.Where the yellow hills hideAll who know,Know not of it.Where the yellow hills hideNo conference will ever hold,Such beings are never told.Where the yellow hills hideSound is mild,No wail from the child.Where the yellow hills hideWe so desire the hope,
Moon's ReflectionIf the World reflected off our moonOur secrets wouldn’t be kept insideIts green land’s borders would be seenIts vast blue oceans could not hide.If the World reflected off our moonThen maybe we can see our flawsWe could look up to its orbicular featuresAnd use words instead of claws.Although this friend of our planet,Always tagging along,Is not always audible to our human earsIt’s rotund, rich in sound, a song.If what we feared most became of usWe would become our own languisherLooking up we’d have that friend to guide usThat fully shaped one of cheddar.If the World reflected off our moonOn
Autumn MeadowAutumn MeadowSeptember wasted ten days in,The drying of colors will soon begin.Tiny threads fall from the sky,The Thread Catchers have no eye.In this open cage of shade,My eagerness to stay will not fade.Bark in the chain of the linked fence,Has a power to deflect what keeps me tense.Scent washed from meadow's basin,Leaves shrivel like grape to raisin.Earth's yellow eyes far past bloom,Thread still woven through the loom.No difference from heart in nature and heart in flesh,Dreams and reality start to mesh.From under the towering giant of brown,I state the true fact: "it's impossible to frown".
Sta.sh
