The Oceans Jungle
The white whale sits in hell
The sharks walk the stairway to heaven
Ripping apart the stairs on the ladder
Sipping from the holy grail
With a punch from the tide
Waters crash hissing at the black bones
Parasites scavenging the oceans treat
Whipping their tails they lunge
Above the depth lie us
Alarming bells echo in the land
Elephants spreading their ears listening
Stripping the bark till death
Inside the white dirt lay
Insects nourishing the hungry man
Yet only the man
Can write words
Of adventures from within
Above nesting bald eagles fly
Soaring from the ground feeding on the stream
Meeting airs rusted worth
Changing seasons
Giving life to the trees
Planting the seeds
With the purple wolfs pride
The sacred cross
Lifts the Os unto
The Ns and the grass begins to grow
On top of the canopy
Creating a new level
For the purple wolfs pride
The sharks sit atop the canopy of the jungle
Swimming in water they try
The ground is flourishing with color
While the canopy is naturally dry
The marvelous escapades triumph
Forthwith a Bengal tiger
With stripes of colors
Filling the hills with art
Portraits representing endless
Superiors in derivative emotions
Nodding towards the same
Stature of pose
Alone not a word not a sound
Compelled by the silence of the paper
Reading the passion in peace
The eyes of the picture
Losing yourself in the shallow depth
With colors stretching boundlessly
Letter by letter composing
The art of the pumas eyes
(An I for a T)
The white whale sits in hell
The sharks walk the stairway to heaven
Ripping apart the stairs on the ladder
Sipping from the holy grail
With a punch from the tide
Waters crash hissing at the black bones
Parasites scavenging the oceans treat
Whipping their tails they lunge
Above the depth lie us
Alarming bells echo in the land
Elephants spreading their ears listening
Stripping the bark till death
Inside the white dirt lay
Insects nourishing the hungry man
Yet only the man
Can write words
Of adventures from within
Above nesting bald eagles fly
Soaring from the ground feeding on the stream
Meeting airs rusted worth
Changing seasons
Giving life to the trees
Planting the seeds
With the purple wolfs pride
The sacred cross
Lifts the Os unto
The Ns and the grass begins to grow
On top of the canopy
Creating a new level
For the purple wolfs pride
The sharks sit atop the canopy of the jungle
Swimming in water they try
The ground is flourishing with color
While the canopy is naturally dry
The marvelous escapades triumph
Forthwith a Bengal tiger
With stripes of colors
Filling the hills with art
Portraits representing endless
Superiors in derivative emotions
Nodding towards the same
Stature of pose
Alone not a word not a sound
Compelled by the silence of the paper
Reading the passion in peace
The eyes of the picture
Losing yourself in the shallow depth
With colors stretching boundlessly
Letter by letter composing
The art of the pumas eyes
(An I for a T)
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