Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Multicolored

Multicolored
many colored sea
the lite keeps painting
continualy

Off the Agean coast                           White horse flying
in the Grecian sea                               over yor head
shades the waves displayed                can't imagine it
are waded thru for free                       dream instead

                                                            Got wings                            Why didn't you think
By the eye                                            equine eye                           of paying taxes
sea blurs to the sky                              people live forever               for the poor 
which one mirrors which                      then just die                         now yo're paying
the colors                                                                                          for the score
are so seeable                                       Live as immortals
they're immensely rich                         riders of clouds                   That you
                                                             play chess with them           didn't like
                                                             those in shrouds                   to pay a penny
Multicolored                                                                                     to the disadvantaged many
can't be fuller                                       Got wings
many colored sea                                 those who die                       Yo're not heroes
and you can't imagine it                       got winged sandals               keeping hordes
til you see it                                          to meet with sky                  under yor floorboards
seemingly beyond
inventory                                              Live on longer                      Without tax
                                                             than can in life                       the rich get lax
                                                             cut this earth cord                  and now you've
Off the Agean coast                             with blunt knife                     spent it all
in the Grecian see                                                                               on the rich men
multicolored                                         Got wings                              of yor fall
many colored                                        forevermore
more than you think                              if death                                  Tax tax
can there ever be.                                  you looked for                       now yo're taxed
                                                               if just the ground                  with keeping
                                                              you saw                                  yor country afloat
                                                              you found you got wings       King of Grecia's   
                                                              before you withdraw              unruly goat
                                                               got wings                               tax tax
                                                               cloud maiden sings                you were lax
                                                               laurel wreathes                      with finances
                                                               on you pour.                          you were dining out
                                                                                                              when you should
                                                                                                              have been
                                                                                                              paying tax
                                                                                                              and helping all
                                                                                                              those strugglers out.
Boats float there where
the aquamarine sea
floods the air
you never thout
couldn't prepare
for the time
that Dido didn't care

Fire wold dare                                    Stop the war
she woldn't spare                                start the peace
anyone living there                             its time to wear
in Crete you lived                               not fite for     
in dangeros air                                    the golden fleece

                                                            Increase on nothing
O Minoan                                            the peacefulness
close by Atlantis there                        like the white
do not dare                                           of the maiden's dress
do not dare
flee the island if you can                     Not under duress
if you care                                            stop the war
                                                             start the peace
                                                              Troy's doors
Leave behind the minotaur                    no more release 
and a piece of string
leave behind the vases                          Increase upon nothing
and all the prayers you bring                nice emptiness
here's volcano                                       and you can watch
here's the sting                                      large daisies growing
and Dido doesn't care                            for the earth's green dress
about a thing
                                                              Sometimes there's a silence 
                                                              you've not got to fill
Do not dare                                           you can go longer living
do not dare                                             by not going into kill
because Queen Dido
didn't care                                              Sometimes there's an absence
you can hide                                           of blood upon the fields
you think                                                sometimes peacefulness
on hills in caves                                      is what the tumolt yields
when the volcano misbehaves
                                                                Increase on nothing  
                                                                nice peacefulness
Nothing saves                                          stop the war
so                                                             start the piece
do not dare                                               shut the wooden horse
do not dare                                               door
Atlantis gliders take to air                        don't launch one ship
use wood computers                                 none is more
to work out there                                      yo'll increase on nothing
but you'll only compute                            if you stop the war.
to do not dare.

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