The Spirit Wonders

[billy]

duty
denial
death

The starving realist longs for the meal
that sits on a platter of silver delight
and golden gluttonous cloth

as the world goes round feels a little predictable, is it really needed?

on barren ground
the seed is caught
alone, untaught
unsung the sonics in this is excellent

A song for sixpence more
as air like porridge fills the gap
between the ribs that hunger for
the frame for some forgotten door
the raven’s tap
the slap, okay, i think i'm getting it now, the train of thought here makes me feel like i want to continue each thought, to sing a song, to kick the shit out of oliver, to answer poe's door etc.

The clarity that fills the glass
once sullied by the broth of life
that nevermore shall dare to pass
through lips that bleed a sailor’s farce
of stars that long to guide

And yet, through garnet stains, there seeps and
a daimon voice that never sleeps should that be daemon?
but whispers words in ethered haze but
implanting dreams of saffron days
and Clotho, reprimanded so
must choose again the thread to spin
as all the walls of Jericho
are turned to sugar, light and gin
in equal measure
sold for pleasure
so the drums begin

duty
beat
denial
beat
death
beat
dreams
great end

i couldn't see a set rhyme scheme but it worked well. i'd like to see the meaning of the end other than it being a continuation of the train of thought but it's only a small thing as it work well with the stanza above it. (which i think could be pared down a little.

i look at work like this and at some of the other peoples work and think how fortunate i am to be able to do so. thanks for the read as always.