Formation

Formation

I have formed it, thought it, mixed it in
It's brewed and boiled and contorted, soaked within

It's a natural response, forever in
servitude 
And high on the dial, it's doused in enquiry
Repetition is met, with a sound mind
And a sound heart, is met with villainy

Composed yes composed but not comprised. Nothing inside or out
In a waking slumber opposites attract
Light and dark somehow breathing divided between dreams
Oxygen is sparing, happiness aplenty
Whom are we to define this land 
Spent upon the barren hand, taken away

Continual updates on this game is a great way to keep up 

Degradation of pure entertainment, radial stimuli and impulse blink blink into the screen and feel the blepharitis.

It's gestation relation, habit formation.  

Killer complex, you hunt out desire
But it can't ignite the fire, indebted to mediocre tyranny.

With the thoughts half spoken, tumble tumbling timbres, nuanced sounds reach higher levels of pittance.

A beautiful smile made out from those lips
And rhetorical insults commence, I cannot see that I am blessed to have thee.

The drawing of the third, and vicious words roll off the tongue like a galloping horse, and wind swept bow-ties mooted to the earth. 

We have set in motion these things to happen, but reluctance has besotted us clerically correct but soulfully variant.

Licenced for pleasure, bit commissioned for hate poor peter piper waiting by the gate, his internal judges pound the gavel and clear the estate, his encumbrance on decency relinquished.