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..