The Lips Of A Luckless Lily

Lushes and lavashing are the lips of a long lost lover

And it’s a shame 

That I can not live unloosed to these

Lucid lingering wasted dreams

For a lock hearted fool like myself 

Leers deeply into a limited memory

With a hopes to liberate ones self from such luckless thought

Although lo, and behold

Loathsomeness  is not what I am lodging

Because to reminisce reminds me of a time when I was not so lonely 

But to honest lobotomy seems a lot better than 

The recollection of lies that comes with such a tainted lustful kiss

Its a lily that has become a troubling must 

The labor of a past love one might even call it 

Yet, at last 

I am just a lyrical liverish ludwig without a crown

Ranting about the luxuries of things that I once had 

So Let me label myself a lone keeper 

Of that which lies ancient and forever aloof of inconsiderate loftiness 

~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~