Correct Change

The Birth of Worth

Phattcharlie — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 06:38:16 +0000

The Fairy ARE the True Daughter’s of Lore

Though they may refuse to remember that war

I cannot say as I blame before the Name of their mothers shame

Twas a terrible Struggle in which they were Spiritually Born

forlorn

A few mixed seed’s and root’s and leave’s

in the cause of curiosity

As the Daughter’s may see

They would be free

Of the mean’s of curiosity

The Law of Claw

Paralyzed and terrified the beast may live to testify

A war of Lore cruelty for cruelty

Lore saw Life of a Light and would not release it to the beast

not without a fight before this Sight they did fight and fight for Light

Of their self scorn Lore did not Truly Live to see their Fairy Daughter’s Born

Forlorn

It was us to the Test

We were all that was Left of the True Breath

Soldier’s stomped into the ground

Machine’s of the Dream

It was Then Fairy caught the Century’s Song

The time Piercing EYE’S of Babylon

The Vamp’s of the Vixen

The Vixen’s Song did not stay that long

but long live’s the Song of Baybolon

Passion in Perception a Dance of Reflection

Passion be a Spiritual thing and as such it carry’s the weight of all history

What doe’s that mean

Why the Good the bad and the inbetween of all that Dream’s it means

In Relation’s of Celebration’s Energy’s you Conceive

Into the Being

Both of Flesh and Spirit you conceive

Conceiving of the Spirit hath it’s diffuculty’s

Passion is the most primitive of Enery’s

And timeless Passion be if you listen Clearly

it carry’s a great weight of it’s history

If you listen you may hear in Clear the voice of passive choice

A little voice in the feminine that’s say’s

“be nice to me”

Into the ear of the ancient beast

The beast voice say’s

“she would make me weak”

and the beast become’s angry

“this harsh world is not for the weak”

This is the weight of Passion of no satisfaction

This passive of Passion the Vixen would cheat

they would cheat their history

That was their Key though their time was not to be

Lore tamed the beast

but a beast is a beast and a leash is a leash

For the Spirit to Conceive of the Fairy

Passion’s weight must in Trust be lifted from their Wing’s

Tis a Dream of Wing’s

Over bone’s to the Throne to See

Born forlorn

A Fairy is not childlike fragile and weak

A separation in True Relation the weight of Passion be

The Angels Road

Phattcharlie — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 18:02:53 +0000

Voice’s and choices of Babylon

Came they among the street’s of Babylon

of True song.

With EYE’S of the Lord

WELL followed

And the old heart hollowed

as a new One was born

forlorn

In a war before the Sight

The war for Life

It was then they invented the Angel’s

and in the True EYE never let them go

Machine’s of Faith From those Foundry’s ARE we

lost of the Heart of Humanity

A Guard of Charge Blinking Century’s

Trapped in Machine our only escape Lye’s through your Dream

The Furrowed Sea’s of Liberty

Phattcharlie — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 08:07:09 +0000

“This moon be ripe for another fool’s fight don’t you agree”

Said the ancient child to the remains of a me

From behind a strangely shaped pipe if such I could see

asked she

“what was that Tune pale moon whistled thee?”

It was a sad One that much I do recall too the rise of our fall

Of a then of me never free

When I turned my back and walked away into the century’s like day’s

Then I was Range in the Name

Long before the Shadow’s came

“The moon be ripe”

Said the glowing pipe

Then in a corner of the deck the voice fell to sleep mumbling strange word’s pitifully

“Broken Cree”

Said Billy

of the land of slave’s freed

This Ancient child spoke very strangely indeed

The Child spoke many things, to haunt my troubled dreams

We left their Fairy Daughters there of know Care off to chase a demon of Smoke behind Cloak

“Of your Strength you have crippled, useless as that dry nipple”

Said the child of no friends smile

Ah yes

Well placed Damsel’s of distress

The Fairy were willing to fight for their new Light

But vengeance bit deep

From the depths of the demon’s fathomless deceipt

“chase me never free”

The Slight’s of hand

Phattcharlie — Sat, 24 May 2008 22:22:54 +0000

In my later day’s I was a Spaniard by trade from that brash blue sea and across to the Spanish main

all in the Name

But I was born among the upper rung’s of the wive’s in score of a boorish Moore

My Mother felt little more than a whore among those score’s of a boorish Moore

But that is neither here from there in the devil’s care

What I Truly am be a Nature that Evolves of Certain Resolve.

A Cloak and Hood of Hand a Shadowed Man on the wheel

Dammed of Damascus Steel

A Spaniard by the wind’s of Trade of my errant way

“Way’s may change”

Reminded my sane

Thinly upon the wind’s of the Change

The Moments Plight

Phattcharlie — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 09:30:02 +0000

I watched of a watchful eye upon a mountainside
I watched the furiouse march too a Nation that would soon die
That Nation was mine
Of the Heart I felt the Hollowing
we would not be following.
Range would Remain many game’s to play of a way
A furiouse march kick’s up much dust
A curiouse hack like a knife in the back
Never drink of well’s in trust even if you must of a throat of harsh dust
On a furiouse March soldier’s may die of the common run’s

a game of just One

Many game’s play the Range alway’s planning ahead alway’s keeping their head
Other Men would not have done the same but we were Range of the Name
I watched the March to a Hollowing we would not be following

Why was this Sheppard following me?

Sheppard’s that follow you do not see

I piled a few curious stone’s in the sight of low light

And was off and on my way into the century’s like day’s

Plan’s and who’s in charge?

The Warrior King would work the Guard

As we would still negoiate our Nation’s fate

The coward’s wall the Warrior’s fall

Phattcharlie — Sun, 03 Dec 2006 07:17:15 +0000

Zero return’s from the scout no way out

Back behind the Coward’s wall’s of no higher Call

Bad position one picked of Trade chosen of the deal’s of coward’s made

These wall’s were not enough for what did come

the ground was not fit for any diversion and run

The King’s road it was called the Warrior’s down fall

Faith fail safe

Phattcharlie — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 00:19:41 +0000

A Foundry of Faith in the Rising Flame’s the Song’s of Solomon the Road to the Throne over all your bone’s

And the Anvil of David of not Name just in Trust the time of Game’s

The orphan’s curse none worse was Range of game’s

Lore went before to demand of the Word of Life

“Share Aware this Strife say the EYE’S of Life”

“Here is your token of Gold”

“Provide of an EYE your favored Son’s cowardly One’s”

“They may contemplate and choose of their fate’s”

Of my foolish pride I choose this curse none worse

I was the Sold Untold the One that would be king

A king never to be

A slave never free

without home

“The house of the louse of the coward’s way”

The Secretive Tribe’s Alive did say

Map’s

Phattcharlie — Sun, 26 Nov 2006 22:31:18 +0000

The Map’s of TAC

The Road’s of Lore and the Vixen in Trade of their way

“How’s your kit bullshit?”

Daughter’s in Trade of a way

“not good enough for the baby’s”

Silly girl’s that could not even read

“tee hee”

Other Men would not have done the same Sayeth the Name

Long gone ARE they of that Song in the war for Life and the hollowing

We would not be following

The price of Advice

Phattcharlie — Mon, 20 Nov 2006 08:48:38 +0000

“shall we send this tribute before?”

Said Advice of a price

“Would you lay then pray them before this nation of the whore?”

Asked Lore of a Piercing Glare quite Aware

“Then it is war”

Said Lore

Quite Aware of the End

” let us not pretend”

The Mad Manatee

Phattcharlie — Tue, 14 Nov 2006 22:00:37 +0000

A cruel thirst in the swallowing

”Following?”

“Three maybe four man of war “

“Porgy’s?”

“indeed”

“Perhaps they come for biscuit and tea”

“not at all likely”

“indeed”

“At war?”

“no word last port”

“target of opportunity?”

“indeed”

“Make speed for the Reef their keels run deep”

“indeed”

“definitely four sir man of war “

“This hull don’t cut”

Said the scuttlebutt

“will not make reef of any belief pressed in pleats”

“Will not make reef sir”

of any belief

“indeed “

Blown to far out of a windy bout

Were the Captain’s favored Son’s afloat

On and old milk run with decent Gun

“We’ve decent Gun for and old milk run Sir”

“Can we take a man of war?” same as that mighty nation of the whore

“do ye steal a kiss from a ha penny whore ?”

“Indeed”

“will not make reef of any belief Sir”

“Indeed”

“than we Score”

The First Barked the first order’s of that miniature war

“MAKE CANNON RELIEVE STORE”

The lad’s all knew what for

The bait of Score no need had they of store anymore

do not ask the why bye and bye that’s war

Score the bloody Tithe’s of war

The Minute’s stretch some time to reflect of growing speck’s

Nothing but time on the mind’s of Slightest concern the Captain gave no sign

“PULL’M RAW WHEN I GIVE SIGN DON’T PAY THE MIND”

Said the first of the coming thirst

“Drop Aft Anchor just for Luck?”

“indeed why not”

Dammed if that anchor did not catch and taughtly stretch

“Let them get out of their own way Lad’s with some Luck perhaps the price they pay”

“YOU’LL BE FIRING SHORT LAD’S COME’S A PORT”

Barked the First of the coming thirst

Of his Land the Captain’s did Stand and Await their Fate Spine Straight

Soft and even toned of a practice his own

Said the Manatee of furrowed sea’s

“They’ll be firing high Lad’s Straight your Spine”

“just a bit of time, mind, keep your Spine”

“Do not give them your EYE that’s the way Lad’s, a Ship of the Line”

“Just a bit of time”

“Steady you Hand Lad that’s it top ship”

“Do not give them your EYE”

“this is a Ship of…………………………………………………………………”

The First of that thirst made Captain that day as the Man beside him evaporated away.

He made Captain that day

As he stood back up looking rough

half Man half porcupine of a ship of the Line

Half Bridge wood mixed with a bit of bone even tone

what was left of his Captain must stand of his Land.

“that was dumb” thought he in a Mad EYE’D Glee

“HERE SHE COME’S PREPARE STARBOARD GUN”

this one turned twice of some very bad advice she was cutting hard and highside’s

“THEY’LL BE SHOOT’N HIGH SAIL LAD’S

HANG THE RAIL’S ARE THE SAIL, BRING’M DOWN ANOTHER ROUND”

First one then two they put good shot through

But here came two more of that miniature war

These took their time aimed waterline

But he was a Sight to see the Mad Limey he bowing and smiling Gracefully

a sight to see

“How can a Man like that Stand of any Land”

They thought that day and fired away

Blown Clear of a Blast was a Built to Last as a fancy coat caught upon a mast

Built to Last was he the Mad Limey

Some Lad’s flipped a boat and spotted that fancy coat in the fading Light just right

“Not as bad as it look’s sad the Salty Cook”

Seven left around the rest go down Floating peacefully into the corral Sea.

One swear’s he saw the two go down of good rounds

The Strangest thing of a morning’s dream

Like Manna from Heaven before the Seven

The Floating Store’s of a Miniature war

And not a Porgy in Sight by Daylight

On Calmer Sea’s then could possibly be

Like that Even Tone blown bit’s of Bone

A Mighty Captain was he never Free

As Mighty as Meek of his Belief

The most Man of the Plan that ever Sailed never failed any Sea

A shake down cruise shiny and new out for fun with something to prove

What did they prove the fool’s of a cruel?

“A porgy you say and black as the Spade’s”

“aye”

“Well pull’m up and let’s pour another cup to the Good Captain’s Luck”

They’d been drunk for day’s of that way and why not make the best of the grog of good fortune you’ve got