A spume of spray
\nThe wind doth sway
\nAnd Propels they say
\na fine array
\nBursts forth to be
\nThe mist we see
\nFloating into eternity<\/p>\n
The suds of time
\nSuch froth and rhyme
\nMud pushes through and forms
\nBubbles chuckling upwards
\nIt’s in the sky that warms<\/p>\n
Life in all its myriad beauty
\nIt’s vitality and force
\nFrom the cradle of forgiveness
\nReally from the source<\/p>\n
Erupting castles in the air
\nBubbles shooting everywhere
\nScalding scorching suffocating
\nStifling seething saturating<\/p>\n
With the pungency of now
\nA scent of sulphur tells me how
\nThe mud that flips and flies away
\nTo land upon a summers day<\/p>\n
A linnet scoops And darts and sweeps
\nThe earth’s at peace the linnet peeps
\nInto the soft lagoon of blue
\nAnd up into the sky to view<\/p>\n
The melody the pop and grunt
\nIn unison with back and front
\nA source of light for all to see
\nAnd a glimmer of infinity<\/p>\n
First part of the electronic music sampler<\/p>\n
Second part of Luca’s digital music<\/p>\n
The thrash and kick
\nThe thunderous gait
\nA herd of pachyderms
\nTheir fate
\nIt was just one spark
\nSprung from the dark
\nAnd upon the sea of corn
\ndid mark<\/p>\n
Luminaries one by one
\nWith a Great attraction for the sun
\nFleeing from the grasping fire
\nThat’s catching up
\nAs the flames grow higher<\/p>\n
Into the really watery space
\nWhere the rushes grow all over the place
\nSquelching sound as the rushes dance
\nAs the willow bends and offers a chance
\nFor the elephant tribe to get away
\nTo burst through the forests where some decay
\nIs catching alight upon the ground
\nWith an altogether frightening sound<\/p>\n
Trumpeting skywards fills the bill
\nFlattens out undergrowth Giving that shrill
\nOf real destruction
\nEverywhere
\nExisting on the tone of prayer
\nA brilliance and sublimity
\nIt really means so much to me
\nThe escaping pachyderms
\nRejoice in them and come to terms<\/p>\n
With all thats lovely
\nWith all that’s great
\nRegaining spirit
\nGood and straight
\nA sunniness
\nA buoyant force
\nIts really from a wondrous source
\nWith the fire behind them catching heels
\nThe hearts a beating What it reveals
\nSafe and sound all of them they
\nCan be sure of living another day<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A spume of spray The wind doth sway And Propels they say a fine array Bursts forth to be The mist we see Floating into eternity The suds of time Such froth and rhyme Mud pushes through and forms Bubbles … Continue reading