Category: Writers Block
Teach new tricks; pile them with bits and sticks.
Beat them hard, as if trouble is what they have made.
If books are for learning; obviously yours have been a waste.
Feeding, eating, tasting, but no take in.
Where do sour grapes offer their offsprings?
If we harvest for fruit, cutting across lands.
Why do we starve tiny lambs!
If innocence is the new talent; surely we have failed in great numbers!
Violin, play it raw.
Talent is only what we find to be highly amusing.
Hiding behind crooked fans, hating and believing.
In new waves, we bang the keys.
click, clakity, clake,
Remains the only noise left from vast numbers,
And its us, who turn to break.
Gentle dolls, we create,
Make within images of beauty, all new talent!,
All new talent, envy perfect symetry,
Twirl them, half around.
They see the world as we did, one at a time to fall in the crowd,
And we have made our own damn misery!
Planting seeds, on grow weeds, grow!
We have created our own new talent,
Cover old rituals with dirt,
All in ways for new talent,
If beauty is this fine,
I dare not spill what's left,
Or to turn it to a different image,
It is all mine, beauty so divine,
All mixed in with the wine,
And they still remain innocent, turn your eyes, turn your eyes!
Infection it'll grow, almost like spring dose,
I dare not touch any diagnose,
A new life, a new side,
All with innocent dying eyes,
To send below the once ago thoughts,
And we blend in, to be as one,
Disgusting you lot are! disgusting!
But it falls to one, new talent baby, new talent.
Good job.
thanks