Lost In The Abyss Of Total Bliss Poem by Roger Bewman

Bounded bodies flamin’ eyes
Lost once more
Lost in the abyss of total bliss
Cards with numbers
For those you’ve been bad
For those you’ve been sad
Incidents so unseen
Residents so mean
Hidden in Pandora’s box

A year passes by
A mile long
A mile metamorphosized
Of humankind resized

Words wrongly spoken
For those who’ve been broken
For those who have no token

Movements excited
Movements lighted
The equilibrium is for sure brightened

Lost in the abyss of total bliss
Murder ballads of gutted hiss
Look around you fool
You broke the bottle of cool Peter O' Tool

Driven crazy crushin' down
Riddles made of rain and dust
Skillfully blendin' with your blood
Provoking every sense in your gland

Seen flowers die
In the valleys of the Red Sea
Seen oasis
But everything was an oddity
Everything was a parody
Fled in the clouds of obscurity

This is the end of the beginning
This is the beginning of the end
Lost once more
Lost in the abyss of total bliss