This started off as a song
It's always been a song
Yet words are triggers
When dosed that way
This became a poem
as lyrics chose to ignore
The rhythm and the chord
when the noose
lusted after the heart
Heresy
Hearsay
Afterthought
Masquerade
Illicit
Misgiven
This truly did begin as a song, but someplace along the way the muse cut out the larynx, bled the clef, and out birthed a poem
It’s
the catalyst for masquerade
Dignitaries of disguise
It’s
the catalyst for masquerade
Foundations of façade
It’s
the catalyst for masquerade
Dictators of charade
The
way a king castles rook
The
softest tacks still do hurt
How
tomorrow is sometimes today
Varies
only how you section the day
Field
mouse in a lion’s den
Deception
isn’t what instills demise
It’s
that their effect is not worth your size
It’s
that what you’d solve, not worth their pride
Ambassadors
on parade
Teachers
of surprise
Where
slight of hand
Leaves
a mark it’s own
