Mynd's Letter; draft #4

In mynd's eye there's a letter I mean to send
but since heaven forfeits whoever it forbids
and writing is not a sin,
this bloody letter
iron rich as the rise of society,
is mailed if in word alone is mailed.

Change the rules and dress up names
maim commonality or at least make lame
and after wringing capital paragraphs to thunderous applause
we all clap and jingle our change.

Down the lane
the dapper dressed walk in unison swinging their canes
dipping quills in pitch black ink wells.
Splendor's reckoning comes as a heart wind terrible to behold
and we cease to feel the wisps of wind that sometimes soft
dance across your face on a hot summer's day.

Mynd Letter (draft #3)

In mynd's eye there's this letter I mean to send
but heaven forfeits whoever it forbids
and since writing is not a sin
this bloody letter,
iron rich the rise of society,
is mailed if in word alone is mailed.

Changing rules and dressed up names
everything's still the same
commonality maimed or made lame
and after wringing capital paragraphs to thunderous applause
we all clap and jingle our change.

Dapper dressed they walk in unison swinging their canes
dipping quills in pitch black ink wells
winding our lives away.
Splendor's reckoning comes as a heart wind terrible to behold
and we cease to feel the wisps of wind that soft
dance across your face on a hot summer's day.

Mynd's Letter (formerly Imagination Letter) draft #2

In mynd's eye there's this letter I mean to send:
heaven forfeits whoever it forbids
but writing's not a sin
and this blood letter written
iron rich as the rise of society
and with the strength of metal and the strength of death.

We change the rules and dress up the name
but everything's still the same
and society when maimed or made lame
wrings capital paragraphs to thunderous applause
if we all clap then no one is to blame

In unison they swing their canes
dapper dressed they walk down one ways
while all this time our lives wind up not as a time-piece
reckoned with a heart wind terrible to behold,
but as the wisps of wind that soft
dance across your face on a hot day.

Imagination Letter (from Letters rhyming exercise) draft #1

In my imagination there's a letter I have reason to send
writing is not a sin
heaven forfeits what it does not let in;
letter written in blood if I were anemic I'd been dead long since.

When we change the rules or dress up the name
everything's still the same:
society when maimed or made lame
no one and everyone is to blame

In unison they swing their canes
dapper dressed they walk down one ways
all the while our lives wind up
not as literal time-pieces reckoned by a heart wind terrible to behold,
but as the wisps of wind that soft-dance across your face on a hot day.

A letter I need to send (from rhyming exercise)

I pretend to have a letter I need to send
and though writing is not a sin
heaven forfeits what it does not let in;
letter written in blood if I was anemic I'd been dead long since.

Everything's still the same
even when we change the rules or dress up the name:
society maimed made lame
no one and everyone is to blame
even though he never came.

In unison they swing their canes
dapper dressed they walk along
one way while our lives wind
not as a literal time-piece
but as wisps of wind that catch your face
and bring relief on a hot day.

Rhyming Exercise #1; Draft #3

I pretend to have mail I need to send
and though this is not a sin
heaven forfeits what it does not let in.

Everything's still the same
even when we change the rules or dress up the name:
societies maimed made lame
no one and everyone is to blame
even though he never came.

Together and at once swinging their canes
dapper dressed walking one way:
our lives wind away not as literal time-pieces
but as wisps of wind that catch your face
and bring relief on a hot day.

Rhyming Exercise #1; Draft #2

I pretend to have mail I need to send
heaven forfeits what it does not let in,
but this is not a sin.
Why do I have to start this over again?
Everything stays the same and even when we change the rules
the game is still the same but with a different name:
no one and everyone is to blame
societies maimed made lame
and he never returned let alone came.

Together and at once they swung their canes
dapper dressed walking down Main
a one-way route bargain:
your life winds away not as a literal time-piece
but as the wisps of wind that catch your face
and bring cool and dry relief on an otherwise hot day
Can we dance can we play, can we laugh our pain away?

Rhyming exercise #1

This is a simple rhyming exercise. Here are the rules and how you can vary from them:
1. Last word in each line must rhyme (or first word, second word, etc.)
2. Every 5-10 lines you must use slant rhyme to switch the rhyming sound. (or you could give more exact requirements).
3. Repeat steps 1-2 as long as desired

Mail I need to send
pretend
heaven forfend
can you let me in?
May I begin
to look through your many bins
this is not a sin
must start this over again
everything that can will remain
because everything stays the same
changing the rules but playing the same old game
the same game under different names
no one and everyone is to blame
societies maimed
and made lame
even if we never came
all at once we swung our canes
dapper dressed we walked down the lane
between buildings, the two busy streets, main
thoroughfares one-way routes bargain
your life away with what little that remains
can we stay?
Can we play?
Can we dance this day
Can we laugh our pain away?