Knights mare.

Fire runner, ultimate show jumper

miss defender, violence interrupter

knighted passage, armoured encumbered  

in displaced wake, clashed swords lie asunder

blessed hunter, bestowed grace in Avalon summer

eternally yours, closed eyes reveal, her revoked slumber.

Tender hearts.

The names of the intended

individually shifts, forever amended

by the bleeding hearts of the offended

generalizing past tense talk, by those that surrendered   

constant solo walking for those painful defenders.

Personal relativity, is what makes love, so tender.

Ageless wonder.

Age always seems to take the blame

problematic numbers, assigned to the name

just to assert the authors, lack of understandable range.

An excuse stuck in the past, futures the same

forging a presence, forever in ever change. 

A shallow book offers no growth

just, an alternate page.

Greed indeed.

One life, wait, so much to see

and experience, grant unprincipled haste upon me.

                                                                

Choking, breathless, the curse of gluttony

exhausted, crashed down to the knee.

It was greed indeed, tempted moderation's fee.

Burdened depth.

Floating level, weighted bubble

snuggled amidst submerged rubble

o' how ye struggle, against the invasive shovel

a constricted, translucent form within a gardened puddle.

The trainer.

Mesmerized, by beauty benign

trapped breath at speechless pain

air displaced at perfections name

patience granted, as oxygen rejuvenates the brain.

A hollow presence, fully retrained.

The fine line of the institutionalized.

Crowned frown, of an understandable normality

armed melancholic jesters to ensure conformity

castled monoliths raised, cover mental deformity

sterilized walls, floors dictate halls, as far as the eyes can see

straitjackets worn by the fashionable majority

crazed humorous crowd silenced, by an invasive 'deity'

the hospital-ity of such insane hilarity, ends in total fatality.

Picture imperfect.

Deflect a disappointed reflection

hesitation for anger at the alternate perception

can't fathom the realism, of the egotistical deception

mirror smashed, laughed at, such a predictable reaction

each piece shows the same image, like it's everlasting.