B031
Sport Balls In The Sky - My Eye
Verse 1 of 2
Myths rift and weave,
Winter’s cold was always up his sleeve.
Nights sky in awe,
I forgot to breath.
Space and time,
a line for a rhyme,
sport balls in the sky,
Who are the sports stars of our global-eye?
Does our world end if the game drew in a tie?
Verse 2 of 2
Is the point to the goal not misled?
So fanatical about the team dressed in red,
yet not of the moon,
that pulls the quilt-of-the-ocean above her sea bed?
“A sports star hurls a large planet shaped ball out of their hand, and across a stadium field, made of sand. Their plethora of fanatics pour outrage and crazed joy, at a daze, to what dimension the sphere may land? An ideology that only exists on a stage.”
Pantomiming, people chiming, why am I rhyming?
Sports balls in the sky, as if I can paint lining, upon a galaxy field of grass, present a cup, or even a shield, who won what? Was it not all the same? Gazing at the stars my life is not in vein, rather a silver line of how my love for truth is always here to refine, what is not mine, what is tame. Lame!
Reframe!
Turn the channel, now it’s the game, eat the rich, but not the poor, shame we like them more, when they phantom a score, board of games, lame! I like shooting stars, kick fame through love’s post, plot twist now you’re the host.
So if the moon pulls the oceans tides, and the skies always arrive on time, would you consider to re align, close your eyes, forget the lies, when it’s all said and done was it a primal demise? Tribalism in their cries, took time to boast, raised a glass and made a toast, a near miss here, a near miss there, all the ‘oh my’s’.
“Oh my me, oh my my!”
Sports balls in the sky I Am what you create!
A unity with nature is the pitch that I narrate.
For future generations, let love be the champion the world will spectate!
Be aware that the hypocrites eye only sees hate.
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