The lonely energy

               
                In some cafe with dirty walls landscapes,
                when lights  stress bitter shadow of milieu,
                I’ill find a place near  bottles glass debates
                to overcome misfortune wretched.Will you?
               
                Minerva‘s flight is a decorated “ Boeing”,
                my watch alarm is crying for a bill.
                Oh, Lord, are you in line for appeal,
                like proud brains in mortgage ‘s ongoing!?
               
                O tempera, O mores! What a team,
                The Holly folios are trodden by the crowds!
                There are some feudal holidays and routs.
                Accounting is ever as a dream.
               
                Who is my guest  in mackintosh of flames
                as if were caught , my grate and blessing,
                and horror rise it ‘s  magnituding messing
                for  heaven sake and earthy sporting games.

                What is the rhyme,conspirancy and plot,
                and whisper voices scores of  lamentations.
                That is a night  and tintinnabulation.
                Oh, prince of  light, the preacher by the rune!