To the land of loose handshakes.
Where the flags fly on Sundays,
Red and white with a cross.
We’ve got out union Jacks on,
Blue and white splashed with stars.
In Malta without a malt-a-beverage,
Could’a been better with a little time off.
But soon enough we’ll all triumph,
With a jump on the next planet.
Bombs ring aloud,
Flashing over head and over ground.
Big Bang!
Flash works light the skies,
Beauty for our eyes,
Malta says its “Goodbye’s”.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
