Thursday, April 7, 2011

All the rats and all the peacocks

Sing to me baby
I love your enchantments
Alien boy from some other olde world
Oh how lovely thou art
What you done to my heart
Oh baby do you care
No, he's not there
Let me tell you 'bout the clothes she wore
Like a temple whore
Her eyes were almond shaped
Her nights were caped
Her curtains draped
Oh that Babuluma will miss you
Oh love
Oh baby maybe
Baying at the moon soon
Oh dawning gold
Magic man
Strange properties
Wow you've slain me again
The evenings of damask are falling
The icy claws of earth are crawling
Upon my baby's brow and calling
The boy unlike the man was smiling
For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him
Like a swan
A vagabond, a weaver warrior
My sandled feet are fleet like water
Come kiss the limbs of Earthess daughter
The wind quartet howls softly
My jeep hand strokes your head
Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold
Robbing time a chosen Prince
We hid and rid in ransom
Cab wrenched from lost Byzantium
Lordlett who once held the earth in chains
When I jump on your horse I gallop the course
And howl like a wolf and I drink up the sky
The vultures sit atop the trees
Waiting to feast on those that drop dead
Fair is my love, cruel as he’s fair
His brow shades frown, although his eyes are sunny
His smiles are lightning, though his pride despair
The winds and seas are troublesome
And here we may be free
My ambitious thoughts
Confined in his face
Affect no honour but what he can give
My hopes do rest in limits of his grace
I weigh no comforts unless he relieve
For he, that can my heart imparadise
Holds in his fairest hand what dearest is
All my life’s sweet consists in his alone
So much I love the most unloving one
If you really love me brother
Let's face the universe and dance

p.s. This is purely poetic, I'll be on my way