Corduroy

 The knees received us, on parallel measures..the code for kings..

watch your heads, one at a time..we are cut from the same material…

going to and fro and from walking back and forth on it..of a warm fabric...

of owning a performance, so well as performing...

light is given to the one whose ways is hidden..leaders are chosen, power is taken..

all in your power but the own persona..everyone is beautiful but not everyone can see it...

skin for skin..all that man has, will give for his life…

the servant must not know of the king'\s ways..

the chronicles, morals hidden in history..

 

A whisper of it, we agree to disagree..maybe the thin line is thick..

A near perfect teamwork, we give it all that we don't mind who did more..

Wouldn't recommend for the amateurish..for a toast to not being perfect…

for a difficult task, find a lazy person for it, s/he will find an easy way around it..

catching the wise of their own craftiness..let's not be too wise ourselves..

silence, could not discern it's appearance.. a foam before my eyes...

excellence go away, even without wisdom..wrath kills a fool, envy slays the simple one...

He delivers you in six troubles, in seven no evil shall touch..marvelous things are without numbers..

compiles from lost documents, each containing material absent from others…

what is my end, that I should prolong my life for?

hear it, know it yourself..buy the truth and do not sell it..

 

 How forceful are right words? speeches of desperate ones?

there is survival, there is projection..another man's terrorist is another man's hero..

our day is but a breath..set me your target such that I'm a burden to me...

utter words from heart, will not teach you, and tell you...

mouth of self-condemning self, laughs at the innocent's plight...

hypocrite perish, green grows in sun, branches spread out in the garden...

would be as though had not been..we are damned if we do, and damned if we do not..

Great things are past finding out..God's work, wonders without number…

days like of a mortal man, years of mighty man..an intricate unity...

would be as though had not been, without any order…

class it up, a landed over..

 

An old flame with a new wick, what are the odds?

left a king, will back on top as king..of the last kings..

an opening line is for sure to mean well..there is survival, there is projection..

the old-fashioned, non-prescriptioned way is to let's examine the current situation...

smoke on water, emotions processed..pause for the cause, an oasis for normalcy?

make a hell of a gravy..the unplugged, privacy invasion...

I master my stats, wish is for survivors..we become that which we can survive in..

I wannna be like who? 'Just' to prove a point..even the kings follows the crown..

have no words, unless eloquent words..

people always come back to help..of the parallel measures.