Debauchery

Astral Star

5-26-07

It’s you’re hour
Seize it now
Before the quickening of the holy cow

White bells ring in the dew of the dawn
Singing quietly back into the graceful curves
Soothing and pure like an imagined home
Frosting and gliding on down the golden dome

Demure gents and courageous ladies
Bend down to each other in the midst of the
Innocent light that has come round again
To set everything right
From the debaucherous eve
Where she was out of her league
And the will was so strong
She put it in song
Dancing and gay at the top of the tune
Running amok and howling at the moon
Throwing away the birchwater tide

Listening and grinning with every murmer form the Bride
His blue eyes bulged out larger
And he gained another inch
But his best friend’s random lover wouldn’t scratch his itch
So tested and tormented he blew away the fear
That a woman so rare would never again come near

And he was right in the guess that he made
She tore off on a strange tirade

Whipped and still and sovereign again
Back to the homestead she came with a grin
Faltering into the dense red cloud
That sheltered and saved her from 15 hours of sin

Ahh lest she taste the libelous bloody waste
That ran down her lips and tempted her fate

Oft again back to the crust that was thrust upon her plate
So upper and beautiful she knew it wasn’t too late
To greet the kindness of the society that she knew
And throw away those dregs with a nice Beef Stew.

Astral Star

Apparently the edit function is off so here is the version I meant to post:

It’s you’re hour
Seize It now
Before the quickening of the holy cow

White bells ring in the dew of the dawn
Singing quietly back into graceful curves
Soothing and pure like an imagined home
Frosting and gliding on down the golden dome

Demure gents and courageous ladies
Bend down to each other in the midst of
Innocent light that has come round again
To set everything right
From a debaucherous eve
Where she was out of her league
And the will was so strong
She put it in song
Dancing and gay at the top of the tune
Running amok and howling at the moon
Throwing away the birchwater tide

Listening and grinning with every murmer form the Bride
His blue eyes bulged out larger
And he gained another inch
But his best friend’s random lover wouldn’t scratch his itch
So tested and tormented he blew away with fear
That a woman so rare would never again come near

And he was right in the guess that he made
She tore off on a strange tirade

Whipped and still and sovereign again
Back to the homestead she came with a grin
Faltering into the dense red cloud
That sheltered and saved her from 15 hours of sin

Ahh lest she taste the libelous bloody waste
That ran down her lips and tempted her fate

Oft again back to the crust that was thrust upon her plate
So upper and beautiful she knew it wasn’t too late
To greet the kindness of the sweet society that she knew
And throw away all those dregs with a nice Beef Stew.

FinsburyParkCarrots

This one's pretty wild! It's a sort of lovechild of Van and Jim Morrison, a crazy, mystic, beautiful woman of a poem.

chadwick

pritty bad ass.