01-19-2015, 01:26 AM
Just Write......
Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.
Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,
rages whilst protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014
Or:
Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.
Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle, rages whilst protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.
Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt wisdom of
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate by prattle,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.
So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns
Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate by prattle
Rages whilst protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
or:
Write on.....
Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.
Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,
rages whilst protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014
Or:
Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.
Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle, rages whilst protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.
Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt wisdom of
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate by prattle,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.
So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns
Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate by prattle
Rages whilst protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
or:
Attached to every word
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective and that my friend will be your best excuse
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective and that my friend will be your best excuse
Write on.....

