Classical revolution

Oh, but into you I involve, to abolish and dissolve
Return in thy rapturous arms all leaden yet free
An answer amongst courtiers and courtesans
Through the wig wearing powdered faces I begin to see.

A Parisian night time illuminated by the moon
Within a revolutionary street protest under dimly lit lights
The menagerie of chattering beaks caustic against the moon
An instigator of fisticuffs, indelible the clenched knuckle fights.

Do you grasp the pianists taught fingers hover
His dramatic head bowed towards the ivory of time
A let them eat cake dismissal of eradicated discussion
How we weave a web of wonderment against the mind

Draw, quartered, hung and relive beyond the blush
Of a white haven cheek on cherry red bloom
The peasant revolted and burnt the rich and the privelidged
Destroying the colours of aristocracy into the depth of the doom

Hung and quarterd, relieved of their sins
We were a part of the up rising, standing tall to be proud
We shall live within this moment
Remain illuminated , remain candlelit , remain loud.

Let's celebrate with rum

The mast of a mighty galleon that pirated the oceans of my heart
Craved dried bread amongst the sailors with a wee dram of rum
The cannons fired and left burn marks on a patched  and awful face
We took the splinters of the aftermath yet we knew that we had won.

There's a shape a metaphor a hindered spirit within
A gigantic Poseidon God thst drowns within our tears
The post that arrived with a sealed envelope announcing your son is dead
He let go of the steering he let go of his fear driven wheels.

Then within a rainbows dream we saw spectrums of colours
We dallianced and double danced. Tapped in hedonistic screams
There's a vestibule of army grey a stiletto clicking
I tapped my way out in black and white until I encroached in your dreams.

Then I fell back into a basket case of insanity and the love triangle
I traveled to Mars to Jupiter and all the planets of the universe
It doesn't matter anymore as the throws become apparent
Reverse the verse or the verse will itself reverse.

Let's now switch this whole fucking dream
I need a bastard cigarette and a litre of red wine
A tonic laced with gin and a lung full of tar
This poems gone mental there's no more thoughts of the divine so far.

I'm barely keeping it rhyming. But does that even matter
My minds gone all over onto a canvas that did splatter
It's time to draw this to a conclusion
A shy and intrepid shadow land intrusion

End it. For fucks sake
Kill the dying beast before it resurrects
Remember back at the beginning of these versus we thought that we had won
Carry on my captain. Let's celebrate with rum.