Wednesday, April 11, 2018
The Laughing Tone
The spit of the laugher is like the cough of sin,
A slice of the cake adorns the picturesque wall;
My arts question the adventurer of his sins
That royally plague a water-like being of cold.
The colours resound against the wall of mystery,
Semantics and words of truth are demonstrated.
My rough laughter resounds in the galaxies, of stars
That sin, of stars so blissful that wonders are solidified.
Light is a fluid of the righteous men who stagger and steal,
Forming bubbles in a sublime mechanics, a royal world.
My right is your right, a human is talking faster than waltz,
The dance is wondered and the highest men speak too late.
Topic(s) of this poem: laughing