Mason Maestro Poems

Hooks to the hands of Egypt
You cast pearls before the swine
Transgression and depraved conduct
Thine vices all consign
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In this time of dread and terror
When all we know is pain and fear
There is one solid foundation
For those willing to hear
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Run along the good gestations

Like the swarming bees in the sun

Can be the songs of elation

That was never meant to be sung
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Call on a darkness to enter stage right
Players dare to speak truth to light
See the talks with formal discourse
Then reach an impasse with no recourse 
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Baroque- European dressing 
Confessional mark
Engineered with a blessing 
Fleur de la flock of the ornate world
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He's a life-sized 
Marble bust 
And who could name him
Who could frame him
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Double pipe, Bagpipes, three-string aborigine

Shaman lute, bone flute tonality
Ancient Gymel, hymnal Seikilos Epitaph
Polyphony, drone note phonograph 
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It's only movement by selecting a stepping graceful repertoire 
The forms that are known, they go beyond choreography
Here we go, musicians told to start
When push comes to pop, the couples are pulling apart
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Now as you have the lyrics
I'll pour onto your scroll
All the things that writers might allude to in their role
And when that scroll gets heavy
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The lion roared on a wooden bench
And the director sat with microphone in hand
The strips of film clippings were strewn across the floor
And the director looked up at the lights
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