....1-1-1 A Love And Honor To Live (Poem) Poem by cheung shun sang

Stock the heats are your triggered honors.
Forgers are brasses to forget the steels.
Secrets are to make a dandy by moneys.
Ill and good feelings are in between.

Old is odd and they are closed up now.
Beats on drums are when we hook the loops.
Amplify your voices with siren songs.
Good ahead all traps are zooms.

Upheavals are some crews to breath.
To honor is free baggage to leave.
But tweedy cloths are with gold ears.
Crave only the songs of the years.

Extend your songs and amplify your works.
Honor your heads but do not take off your hats.
Voodoos are eyes catchers with loves.
Mirrors are majors combined carols.

Well meals are preys on deaths.
Queens at aims are kings on earths.
Where is music to buffer your last?
Magic sparrows are in evil cages.
-Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-