WITH A CLIMB, By Ryan Guiley March 28, 2016
WITH A CLIMB
Little by little, fragments at a time,
I have made it on my own with a climb,
Higher, the trumpets play in tune,
The time is coming to see you soon.
Uncover the rocks beneath your dwelling,
I am the only one to stop the swelling,
The dark bruises may eventually heal,
But they have taken away, of what they have steal.
When was it officially issue without a recourse,
Our anniversary is near, as you carried the torch,
Signed on the table with the white cloth linen,
When I first saw you, you were my soul mate in my opinion.
Maybe you ask what this language is all about.
A new baby heartbeat makes me just want to melt,
A dealer may like the year end blowouts,
Is it really charitable or are you having some doubts?
How do you write off and get a deduction?
I know, I won’t let you down without touching,
So many scenarios but what is the real action?
Those fragments are coming closer within a fraction.
What are the fine print on the back of paper?
It is me or you? Can you feel a clean vapour?
Where is actually your head office located?
Does it need to get stamped or time dated?
Do you revolve going the opposite direction?
Coming to a point, with a stop, and then give election?
Only the eye can see this sequence,
Divide it in half as you put up a fence.
The transparent actions of this is how it’s printed,
Keeping it in a vault offshore as I have hinted,
No wonder why it look so good underneath,
Winning the lottery, in a safe haven on the beach.
Rest assure the hills will spread into a cave,
Where they will no longer be left to be saved,
The accountants and the authorities are criminals,
As they knew 10 years ago about my famous signals.