When colors occlude as words to the weary fail to shine For colors, so vibrant, twirl, lighten loads of life to define So such pleasures sought, we weak, tremble away from work to do As pleasant thoughts entice us from hard glories to attain and chew The stress as thus enthralls many to paths beaten worn well toward wide Yet gold glimmers under stores held hard, petrified, from the casual, denied Ugh in so few I’m frustrated Fractured streams of thoughts, such sinuous smoke slides on the sly before me Then is gone Stories swirl up in here, thoughts felt, dreams of futures ahead Yet instead, tubin away I mope, medicating in mindlessness, watch a world whirl By, as I still, kept in carapace, unassailed, unmarked steeled such stainless Incarcerated, in silver set, I lie by, discarnated, the spirit sees beyond But held, is denied to move So I sit A chair for second From such stature stagnant Such a soul stilted Sturs the hamster hesitant But the stone takes the Sisyphean stroll back to birth For though apex atop in the whirl’s circular spin At best life is a spiral towards a line flat, fallen and at an end So to be, before to not, as such I aspire As thou art in color or in letting loose scripts, I aim Though the becoming burdens bear, bounding barely beyond barren Still, I’ll try Still, I’ll go on In colorful words Within worlds colored
Vir et arma mihi cantanda erunt, sed o musae, caseum hoc est bonum!
–Marciel Atopodmas, Quid Caseus Desiderium Tuum Est?
Oh have we lost our wheycensured as cheddar chargedcheese blued into the fraystring ascended, feta bargedDeranged thoughts fired flyas chutes provolone puffs drift yet thoughts interjected viethus poofs err down swiftWith this cerebral hall assailedNeurons electric rage with ireagainst tyrant tyros derision veiledvelveeta bathing the ivory spireYet the bulbous light doth shinedefying mozzarella balled forthfor within its glow eurekas opinethus cheese falls rendered dwarfbaybels ascend walls grappledkatanas bared they snack inbut the waxed ninja are mangledas the mind’s shifting gears spinas white sticks glide overthoughts brave ariseinterjections opposingcogitating the whysWe wanted to speakletting ideas lofty contendBut the Limburger’s outnow souls tormented wendBut even held in the briethoughts aspire, affirmingfor hope is only delayedas the mice, the mice are coming!