The Pendulum Swing

..Make note the illusive fluid, as it ripples the canvas stanza..
The tangant phantom grandfather's Tic' inriched bananza
..Include the lucid movement, as it performs to the chords..
Of a life torn in judgement, from the peak down to the shores
It wreaks from pores, engrossed readily.. steadily swaying
As The Pendulum Swings heavily across the aging painting
Staged the blaming, to denounce the compound rash tactics
So I'm constantly placing aim at the surrounding clash of fanatics
To bad it's static, only to my eyes can I see the rue movement
Shrewd and prudent, as I inquire higher and choose to prove it
To loose the trueness, my soul subconsciencly adheres the course
As remourse is here to hear resort to something more heavenly
So brevity heads my leveling, stops to contort a life in shambles
Until one by one the candles, remain unlit as they sit in waiting
..Ever changing like my lifes decisions .. forever rearanging..

The Pendulum Swing

Supplying vivid emotions with every message in my arsenal
Precious moments are rienforced By the almighty powerfull
Darkness overlaps the sunshine from portraying its beauty
Harvest changing while obtaing my gem Like a saphire ruby
Heartless ideas are swayed by The swinging of the pendulum
Artist hypnotized by The brightness of the magnified spectrum
Mezmorised by the polygons that are falling on my conscience
Realized the controlling of life is the cause of all my problems
I feel free like cactus but the changes of life defies my status
Dying alone cause no one could roam through my apparatus
Percived as harmless the way reality keeps my mind hidden
The pendulum swing scrapes a bit of hope wich is forbidden
The Movement swaying straight foward and back it relates
Rythem Vibrates But Change is what it really demonstrates

Its...nothing, all my fucking emotions fall dry,
eyes lit of fires sit expired to a broken cry.
Living this drift of a life, just, kissing a knife,
slit by depression...blades lips ripping a site.
Everyday consistence dancing an instant away...
wasting in sorrow, hallow...nothing more than plain.
Back and forth teeters the sands last whim,
while the hourglass blackens as the pendulum swings.

Conciously unaware what beholds at my very presence of Commotion
Motion to Notion, swinging with pride, & yet with vengence belaying
Rappidly swaying, Illusively, back and forth like hung cot's..
Time's not a factor, although the movement staggers at each notch.
The speed stops, slowly haulting after day breaks and the moon rises
With new surprises vastly improving on speed just what is needs
It arises to please the company of every living human being
Cant be seeing, now having temtations to quicken the pace
To push the Pendelum faster, the time is against life in the race
Times a disgrace slowly loosing speed and falling off of the face
Of the maps trace, connecting all dots but still the pendelum continues to sway.