Escaping the prose,
I hid in the verse
My mind to compose,
instead of converse
Defying description,
I sang through the notes
And placed my inscriptions,
in lyrical rote
I chose to hear music,
over reasons again
To dine with the mystics,
where forever begins
And when forcing my pen,
back to stories untold
The Muse starts to darken,
—threatening Kobold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: December 8th, 2016 09:58
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
Comments2
Mit malicious tricks I shock,
Montag, Dienstag und Mittwoch.
(Sorry, could not help it)
Nicely done.
Um, fucking awesome. Seriously.
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