In Spring when chatter erupts among the outdoor comedians,
The influx of theatre captivates our want in imagination.
With frolic in the complete ambiance of gin,
Filtered through its lax appease for total influx

There is a great correlation between thought & matter,
Yet none can prepare you for the great here after,
In sadness we claim the victory through lies that filter.
An ash tray over turned in ambiance thought matter

A soldier lying in a fog of disbelief from agony,
Exploits in timeless matter branded loosely
Yet does it all even matter we change to shatter
Glass, ellusive thought throughout our very being

In ambiance, a time well spent in thought
In briars torn into ambers changed to frolic
Fashionable lies come as no surprise
A whisper nearer to a shoulder to cry vainly;

Lies of the world
Lies of the devil
Lies of the people
Why do we even bother?

With pen on paper we can each make a significant difference
In light of eternity what we do today will become evident
Then immediately echoed throughout all time in existent
The sounds of soft speaking ants frolic pass

A new day for romance in another given circumstance
To advance in a parade of mime puppets locked in silence
Through the frolic in its torn rhetoric dashed ambiance
A writer exercises their unique vested fashion

No one ever can take it away from you
It's locked in the hearts of all their adoring fans
Lies to filter
Lies while sober

Lies in sober dead of Winter
Lies in island beats of music
Lies in tormented curious venues
Lies all featured in a hurry

Lies of weddings & funeral with hurry
Lies in frolic restitution
Lies among the sought after pillars of disaster
In delusion we see that lies are inside both you & me

Although some may fight to disagree?
Vain populace tainted with pride inside filled with lies
Lies of oppression
Lies keep them guessing.
Tombstone for eyes we see each of them through their own horrific lies!