A Thursday Tale

'Twas to a Thursday morning I awakened The sun had made her presence known To all across the fair horizon You and I with the way our minds Contract such complexities know that As the seasons continue to change Many a buried burden shall evolve In times of fluent hardship and mangled promises Our hearts should meet at the center of equality Why our very skins alone were conceived To endure such grief However I shall not bite of the apple That is placed within my palm Unless the bearer agrees to A screening for accounted treason Is it all so simple a belief? An act? Could it be true that I'm a caterer To your countless collection of body bags? And you a whimsical muse to my poetic delight? One may only seek answers In where one has found light The words of a fraud shall not lie Akin to that of a master's For the utterance of such syllabic outrage Shall be seized and burned within A velvet casket of tainted dreams © 2011 (All rights reserved)