Beautiful daze

The hoo haa’d, motions from the back, made quiet the stirring on the front, misters mastered munitions.

In times past, the past times perforated the perfected, night drew by, dawn replayed

Be the, wear the, release the notion, until oceans of love drown the tide of trembled torsos.

Misted in time, and the reason for being, born as fruit from a tree.

Idling, mind mannered, you will spannered, splintered time, fragmented.

Go figure, wards filled with life long representations of clawed movements in shadow.

France, and the glance at the door, more or less guess as the game progressed.

It’s nights now, the red tea piured perfectly, finally a spout that spurned hope for mankind’s future.

Table top, lost and found, marble and mutton featured footsies.

Driven by snow, and ridden as cattle, pushed from a sleepy eyes brow

Nothing to know, bare lade of mettle, heaping up, ready to know

Past times pointed, lost lanes annoited, mossed graves green and cold

The steam pink pillows, pretend flowers and throwover showtime stoppers, stole the show again.

Pride, on the edge of this, merged with manekin mystics, plaids of hush calmed.

The kittens breath, purred across his chest, fingertips enthralling those eyes.

Flumuxed, floundering, forlorn, and yet not feeble, the fashionably turned out, tucked it.

Spare a thought for the ignorant, the clapped out remnant of futures that have yet to find a footing.

Live as love had intended, breathe as not longer bound by persuasion.

It’s been brewing, the malevolent muse, the cruise to a clunking climax, a spartan warrior holding up the traffic.

If you can’t see the dilemma we are in, then at least, be the silence as my eyes view, for you, a future blistered by irrational behaviour.

There is no peace in bombardment, no love found in hatred, and but there is honour and nobility in being guardian to that unable to fathom the…

It’s a scanned, so probable duplicated version of reality, a tomb of reverence that lies atop a hill, a flickering in and out of existence, the likely cause, hidden by perspectives, time honoured toil, bargained by brash interference.

As insertions go, the this could be described as mild, and as heroes happen to be, this one is as modest as the rest, the furtherment of her own tribe uppermost in…

Placed, face up, tram lines running in opposites

Biscuit blown hurdles honked hard

Gumtree gristle garnished and held over

This, and a spectral analysis is less than a breakdown than smeared make-up.

Pause if you will.

Back to the turn, you the bend, you the wend, and gently beating wind.