Back To Beauty
A rose
A thorn
A merriment
A place
A time
Is ornament
A way to see
What is the truth
Of hearts that bare
Elemental youth
A blast into
The sky at night
A blaze into a burst
The happy thoughts of a flower
Is where we began at first!
Sing 4 Me...
Play of passion strings
So many notes are fair
That written is the word
For us to speak or sing
No voice has vocal cord to be
No strength will echo out
There be no sound of La
No Do
No Ray
No Me
But Fa I’ve longed to grasp a note
So I can be not a needle
Pulling on threads
A Te to drink & sing
To come back to H.Simpson
DOH! RAYS, MEEEEE!
Homer Simpson
Sting
Look to the alphabet for 13 and 5
First two letters of the other Priest
_ _ What! P!NK
Scouse Slang!
PG Tips?
Homer Simpson
PIC TO SHARE...
Paint an obvious rhythm
From stroke to stroke
To touching up
Let paint drip
Or dry thick swirl
Evenly spread
With palette knife
Or brush
When dried, has beauty
Display, admire and share!
To Create...
No fascinated mind
Creation so bare
Emptiness is beauty
When carelessly I stare
Beyond the black
My eyes will wander
And I still not can see
A fashion that I try to create
To ponder, let it be
To see a shape
And voice its name
It’s not the real nor true
It holds no resemblance
As images filter through
Chief Be ToldA rose
A thorn
A merriment
A place
A time
Is ornament
A way to see
What is the truth
Of hearts that bare
Elemental youth
A blast into
The sky at night
A blaze into a burst
The happy thoughts of a flower
Is where we began at first!
Sing 4 Me...
Play of passion strings
So many notes are fair
That written is the word
For us to speak or sing
No voice has vocal cord to be
No strength will echo out
There be no sound of La
No Do
No Ray
No Me
But Fa I’ve longed to grasp a note
So I can be not a needle
Pulling on threads
A Te to drink & sing
To come back to H.Simpson
DOH! RAYS, MEEEEE!
Homer Simpson
Sting
Look to the alphabet for 13 and 5
First two letters of the other Priest
_ _ What! P!NK
Scouse Slang!
PG Tips?
Homer Simpson
PIC TO SHARE...
Paint an obvious rhythm
From stroke to stroke
To touching up
Let paint drip
Or dry thick swirl
Evenly spread
With palette knife
Or brush
When dried, has beauty
Display, admire and share!
To Create...
No fascinated mind
Creation so bare
Emptiness is beauty
When carelessly I stare
Beyond the black
My eyes will wander
And I still not can see
A fashion that I try to create
To ponder, let it be
To see a shape
And voice its name
It’s not the real nor true
It holds no resemblance
As images filter through
Murder? I
Then Speak? Told truth dead!
Pieces? Oh! There were many
Witness? To god?
Witnesses? NONE!!!
What? I!
Time? You have a watch, you tell me!
Of the crime? How the fuck do I know?
YOU’RE THE CHIEF!
[Chief Be Told is an overheard conversation, so it is not meant to make much sense if you are confused! lol]
Voiced Over
The empire district of nonsense
Says hello to the tools who believe anything
Words I say or speak
Hmm? How do I speak?
How or who is my voice
Am I echoing in your head?
How confused are you?
You read John Milton, Chaucer, or Speares
Not Britney; don’t get excited!
How do you know that is the way they wanted it spoken?
How do you know their voice?
In my opinion, they are all shite anyway
Except Britney!
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