The Orb's Show Ep.1 Poem by Aziz Akrish

Have I been left with a broken heart,
Because you had to depart,
As I write this fine art,
I no longer love you, know this part.

For the warrior with the heart of a lion aspires to be a king,
But he is a lord of many lands that went through many springs,
That's what imagination left him to ring.

For the one with the mind finds bliss in striving and struggle,
And the brother of ignorance finds in incomprehension bliss listen for this is not a juggle, but know for he trips and falls deep into the shallow puddle.

To heavens and beyond as I see and gaze the stars,
I notice the light which shines upon me much like chasing cars,
Laying down in relaxation maybe I found my new art.

For the young man who conquered his own world and it's flat,
With the cat in a hat and him standing by as he gently pats,
Not knowing the arrogance made him fall on his back.

To the crucified and the ruptured left dead in grotesque,
Scribbling and doodling funny deformed things on a desk,
You might imagine my poems to be that of burlesque.

As I produce many images and address many subjects,
I perfect every line through many effects,
You also may find this sophisticated or complex,
I may be the young man mentioned with respects.

But for I am young and aspire to be influential,
Much like the animated being that finds in dreams potential,
Though I think it may or may not be in any form confidential,
For someone one day may crack the codes and see the sheet credential.

Impaled and addicted to an art never I been vindictive,
To those who gave me the potions that changed my status to addictive, Yet I don't mind the syllables I don't feel this is restrictive, you will always find me surprising not predictive.

This is many to think about but I will end this now,
Thank you all for coming to the first opening of Orb's show wow,
Many throwing flowers at me I take a last look at the crowd,
Now I finish the show with a bow, thank you all for coming now.