In scales of steel, the city sleeps
Where dragon laws in darkness creep
The streets are veins of ancient stone
Where freedom's blood has long been flown.
The towers pierce the smoky sky
Like claws that grasps and never die
The people move with careful pace
Under eyes that watch each secret place.
Through gates of fire, the rulers pass
Their shadows cast in endless glass
Where every breath must be confessed
And dreams themselves are put to test.
But deep within the burning core
A spark remains that dares ignore
The chains of law, the weight of might
And whisper still endless light.
Glistening wet scales
Reticulated pattern
Meander movements
rattlesnake scales locomotive them around
scales are needed when you make a musical sound
when you weigh food, you mean a tiny numbered scale
larger one needed to measure a dog or a Yak in Vail
on the memory scale, some days I do quite well
Other days I am lost in my own thoughts, here in the dale
There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn
Doubt and fear makes a name,
To try to over step loves gain,
By using what our eyes can see here,
Constantly trying to replace love with fear,
The hearts cry that shuts the mouth of the broken,
That leaves no room for words to be spoken,
Can you not see past this with your earthly eyes?,
Because eternally the heart will rise,
What we see and know here is just a glimpse of our bond,
Time and distance is just a fishad,
Eternally we walk which is much more than we see here,
And love loves in eternity where faith rules without fear,
As I place you in my heart you stay,
Because love transcends while fear and doubt try to limit our way,
We live and breathe in loves limitless supply,
And the Lord removes the scales from our eyes
Bach is to music
as integrity to sales
Accuracy demanded
on each of their scales
the matter of scales
We, you and I, who don't believe in a rose
scented heaven, painted by a five years
old child who has a mother named Glady
Nor do we believe in that place where
stokers go, tired of an electrified world
I know of a man on X who is doing his
best believing in a friendly God, that
must be difficult for a man who wonders
if he is a deity of wealth.
If I go before you, I like to be a memory
dwell there until it is time to go
and become the non-returnable
As we sit on a bench that has a lone
tree and swirling fog, we can talk about
the Savanna, when I was a lion and you
were a gracious giraffe called baby
We can also reminiscence when we
were warthogs, lived in a hole
with no hope of having a bath unless
it rained so much that our cave flooded
We can also fry to nirvana, a place that
is less colorful and has an echo of
wishes not fulfilled.
Failing that, we can go to Iceland said
to be the most peaceful place on earth
by those who have not heard the rumble
of earthquakes
The aber is the island has no trees if
we should get bored and hang ourselves
rules must be made for both sides - Libraic scales mind equilibrium
equal length
pan holders - no unfair weights, no pandering
justice must not take sides
judges should not be stuck in pockets; moneywise
dressed - for success, not their own
scales are not a see-saw, not a slide
papers read the same in each pan
a woman is a woman, a man is a man
both seek truth; liberty is watching
remember well the book on their heads; straight backs
Congress and Senate stay within their own branch
powers are kept separate
sound minds prevail
if a party’s at its precipice, what happens when the weights released?
The scales of Lady Justice
Slapped in the face on the left in the right.
Exposed in all my private place.
Choked by the cord of avenge and revenge both seek.
Stung by bees of foul and lied speech.
Yanked arms by extreme deception.
Legs mired in the sea of corruption.
Can Lady Justice no longer hold the scales
in this American land?
You pay BLM...DOJ?
A Garland like a serpent over the
Ten Commandments-Followers
and over the Constitution.
You keep doing what you accuse
Trump of doing, then let your Media Priests preach.
Then you use Google to snatch descent
out of the air.
Brought to you by Pfizer and the Lord of the Air.
You let rapists and murderers go.
But if you peacefully protest or pray for the
defenseless, you face up to 11 years in prison.
Why don't you be honest and lay it on the line?
You serve Satan.
Just as John The Baptist paved the way for Christ,
as His forerunner.
You are paving the way for the Anti-Christ,
the persecution has begun,
RFID-BIO chip on it's way.
WE GOBBLE GOAT’S CHEESE
Scales of justice weighed in gold and coal
cherubs and demons cheer without fear
horns blow, rooms gather fat
Coaxing a grey Persian cat
climb stairs of glamour
or disillusioned clamour
Heads dance across Florentine floor
joy shiver silent at a wooden door
hazardous stealth the cunning core
Roti fry in sesame oil to serve
with Côté D’ Or, everything coiled
drops of champagne sorrowfully soil
Chameleons cut own coloured flesh
hiding wounds wry waistcoated breasts
Botox gone awry, confess !
Scales dramatise to legitimise
two platters evenly plead
weighing a crafty compromise
We gobble goat’s cheese
celebration up in a breeze
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Songwriting2016
On snakes gleaming skin,
scales shimmer like morning dew,
armor compliant.
Old flakes shed for new,
As silk snake skin is rebirthed.
It unfolds, hardens.
The scales slide over,
intertwine in sliver coils.
Body sinuous
glides effortlessly
over the ground, through the grass
it slithers, with no
sound nor disturbance.
The scales gripping the ground with
gentle caress touch,
carefully firm soft,
leaving shallow sliver trace.
Snake skin is indeed
artist's work when still,
and poetry in motion.
Marvel of nature.
An exquisite scaly thing.
Finally finished with forcing the future
Beginning to balance the scales of life
Purposefully pivoting to the present
Ruminate, rinse, repeat was my motto
Causing consternation in all situations
Finally finished with forcing the future
Pondering potential paths pulling me away
Capping my capacity to be in the moment
Purposefully pivoting to the present
Relieved to no longer wrangle what’s next
Calmly swapping control for letting go
Finally finished with forcing the future
Diving deeper into today is the only way
Reassuring to realize I’m on the right track
Purposefully pivoting to the present
The shift has started as the stage is set
Riding the wave of what’s coming my way
Since finally finished with forcing the future
As purposefully pivoting to the present
She dresses perfectly with prominent spikes in her hair,
long and flowing brown violet braids,
which make her face exotic and relaxed..
she wears several precious stones between her hands and feet,
with flower tattoos surrounding her fingers
mortals adore her because it is beautiful and impossible to have,
the diaphanous and crystalline skin like perfect porcelain,
smells of fresh algae and freshly picked water lilies..
they play ethereal music when she is around,
and they build sheer and transparent dresses
that enhance her sweet curves..
the way she sings awakens spring and lulls children of paradise into their smallest and most colorful dreams,
she is a surreal creature that man has ever seen..
the golden scales fade in color like the rainbow,
peek out from under the skin,
and shine brightly in your eyes through the sunbeam.
You can't certainly put a price on freedom
But if something's coming in the way of you having it
There's no price that you won't pay
For there's nothing greater than freedom
It only took me lying on that edge
That I noticed how much we take for granted
That when granted comes for pay back
We at loss for we took too much
Therefore you can't certainly put a number,
To the lure of freedom over that of being deprived it
Thats why at times money is and isn't everything
Cause freedom can be bought but its more valuable than money
It's sad just how many people have lost their freedom
When scales were tipped the other side of money
But come to think again, that's the price of freedom
Even if it's one's freedom being put to scale by another's freedom
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