Nice
01-20-2013, 12:20 AM
"Close your eyes, picture the meadowlands of 18th century English castles,
thoroughbreds running on grass hills decorated with checkered ribbons and tassels,
magnificent beasts, moving in the most elegant scrimmage of patterns;
barn side door ways lit up with illuminesence of fiery lanterns
if questions are answered, they're found in the winds of these fields;
secrets revealed, it's the essence of a long lost beauty concealed...
"picture with me a stallion, standing in the distance of a pasture,
black mane, black eyes; reminiscence of a black knight's powerful stature
his name now is "disaster", a champion, bred for nothing but greatness,
his rider? a simple jockey, common man, nothing more than.. nameless
their mission was sacred, be ranked among the best in the world,
win everybody's heart, moms, dads, the little boys and girls,
his illustrious career, never veered off of it's original course
this indigenous horse, since the beginning was an unstoppable primeval force
he was agile of course, he moved in a somewhat intrinsic magical nature
anger in his eyes, stampeding delicately over about 3 and a half acres
so when they packed up his papers, they attached the hitch to the back of the trailer
entered a preliminary match under the alias "the black masked evader",
like a bullet out a chamber, he dashed, like a flash down the track,
the closest opponent? he out lapped.... by I believe a lap and a half,
and after the match, he set an immediate impression with victory
paper's read, "disaster hits track" the rest of the expression is history
he literally won the next sixteen matches, not one single loss
in the land of the "gold cup", he was quickly becoming a god
but if you consider the odds, you too would have seen what was next
the gambling game was off of its rocker, and the bookies were vexed
they decided to settle some debt's, perplexed they meddled with the plans they beset
contacted a vet, and threatened his family if he didn't consent
to deliver their evil intent; to imbed arsenic in the heart of this creature
tears dripped on the inside parts of his eyes, as he started to cry; somber his features.
could be seen from the bleachers, footsteps gathering.. The staggering.. Something was odd..
It was saddening.. Kids crying, "what’s happening?".. Mother’s crying ..."Oh my god"
now let’s take a pause, rewind back to the vet, earlier that day in the stables,
slipped in behind the curtains, poisoned the food he saw prepared on disaster's table
unable able to stand from his acts, he collapsed; impaled a pitch fork in the back of his neck
(here I’d like to stop and mention, that "karma's a bitch, and secrets are never kept")
when they checked him, they found more than just a wallet and a simply I.D.
they were appalled when they saw in his palm, arsenic in a syringe and an I.V.
when the court date came, they locked him away; 3 more years before he'd see the light of day
but it was too late, the poison seeped through his veins, as disaster slowly slipped away
time stopped, we we're froze in this moment, silence came over the crowd, his friends and opponents.
you see.. we we're destined for greatness.. and believe when I say, we would have owned it..
Now were left with a memory, fuck god if this was supposed to be destiny.
Nothing is left it seems, only some unfinished quests and a few ambitious dreams,
Memorial service.. Beautiful, red ribbons shape shifting, dancing in the sky,
I can still remember the day, a frozen moment, all you heard we're sighs.
27 years I’ve lived my life in mourning, you see I’m not just an insider,
I was his friend, his peer, "the warning" to disaster, that common man, his rider.
thoroughbreds running on grass hills decorated with checkered ribbons and tassels,
magnificent beasts, moving in the most elegant scrimmage of patterns;
barn side door ways lit up with illuminesence of fiery lanterns
if questions are answered, they're found in the winds of these fields;
secrets revealed, it's the essence of a long lost beauty concealed...
"picture with me a stallion, standing in the distance of a pasture,
black mane, black eyes; reminiscence of a black knight's powerful stature
his name now is "disaster", a champion, bred for nothing but greatness,
his rider? a simple jockey, common man, nothing more than.. nameless
their mission was sacred, be ranked among the best in the world,
win everybody's heart, moms, dads, the little boys and girls,
his illustrious career, never veered off of it's original course
this indigenous horse, since the beginning was an unstoppable primeval force
he was agile of course, he moved in a somewhat intrinsic magical nature
anger in his eyes, stampeding delicately over about 3 and a half acres
so when they packed up his papers, they attached the hitch to the back of the trailer
entered a preliminary match under the alias "the black masked evader",
like a bullet out a chamber, he dashed, like a flash down the track,
the closest opponent? he out lapped.... by I believe a lap and a half,
and after the match, he set an immediate impression with victory
paper's read, "disaster hits track" the rest of the expression is history
he literally won the next sixteen matches, not one single loss
in the land of the "gold cup", he was quickly becoming a god
but if you consider the odds, you too would have seen what was next
the gambling game was off of its rocker, and the bookies were vexed
they decided to settle some debt's, perplexed they meddled with the plans they beset
contacted a vet, and threatened his family if he didn't consent
to deliver their evil intent; to imbed arsenic in the heart of this creature
tears dripped on the inside parts of his eyes, as he started to cry; somber his features.
could be seen from the bleachers, footsteps gathering.. The staggering.. Something was odd..
It was saddening.. Kids crying, "what’s happening?".. Mother’s crying ..."Oh my god"
now let’s take a pause, rewind back to the vet, earlier that day in the stables,
slipped in behind the curtains, poisoned the food he saw prepared on disaster's table
unable able to stand from his acts, he collapsed; impaled a pitch fork in the back of his neck
(here I’d like to stop and mention, that "karma's a bitch, and secrets are never kept")
when they checked him, they found more than just a wallet and a simply I.D.
they were appalled when they saw in his palm, arsenic in a syringe and an I.V.
when the court date came, they locked him away; 3 more years before he'd see the light of day
but it was too late, the poison seeped through his veins, as disaster slowly slipped away
time stopped, we we're froze in this moment, silence came over the crowd, his friends and opponents.
you see.. we we're destined for greatness.. and believe when I say, we would have owned it..
Now were left with a memory, fuck god if this was supposed to be destiny.
Nothing is left it seems, only some unfinished quests and a few ambitious dreams,
Memorial service.. Beautiful, red ribbons shape shifting, dancing in the sky,
I can still remember the day, a frozen moment, all you heard we're sighs.
27 years I’ve lived my life in mourning, you see I’m not just an insider,
I was his friend, his peer, "the warning" to disaster, that common man, his rider.