There is something between us,
Greater than we know.
Something in our words that flow…
That shows we have both been bestowed,
An insight recognized.
How could that be?
Without us seeing who we are,
With our eyes.
And insight that grows.
Could it be our minds are combining?
Merging and beginning to expose?
Is this a dimension we share?
And within it we are being enclosed?
A consciousness only we are aware,
And ‘It’ has chosen us to enfold!
To leave us grateful we have to behold.
Are each polished leisurely.Trinkets silver and gold,Some trimmed in brass and copper…Must now be sold.Unloaded for pocket change.‘Cause these days aren’t the same…As they have been.It has dawned on those in longing…Belongings they once flaunted,Can not remain!Not with them.That paycheck once so needed,Has depleted from their hands…And sent overseas.The beast that once had fed them.Seeks…
To know what’s that like!Or what that kind of touching means.He pulls out a weggie!Thinking ‘that’ is what is seen.He was told that…After receiving confirmation.His train is still boarding,And has yet to leave the station.It will take some time,Before all news he ‘chooses’ reaches his head.He has been so far removed…All he knows is what…
Do it slow in bed!They want to keepDiscreet yet sneaky.And I can’t defend…That kind of sense,That makes none in the end!Well…That ‘end’ is a beginning,For them!Dudes say they are down low,When sharing with like minds.Just to satisfy desires…They themselves can not define!And choose to keep these thoughts,More kept within!And felt it better unexpressed,If not mentioned…
And that shows in her public appearances.Flawless diction.Eloquent with undeniable intelligence.Extremely cool under pressure.And…You must agree,She has an engaging personality.‘And…You must agree,She has been noticeably absent of late.’Give her a break.Cut her some slack.You know she has been traveling the world,Patching up indifferences.And easing volatile tensions at that!‘Who?Who are ‘you’ referring to? ‘Secretary of State!‘WHO?I…
With one clean sweep…What was no longer is to be!It’s hard to grow,And go through doors that have to close.But for them…They want these doors stayed open.But they’ve been stopped…Hitting bottom from the top.Dropped and blocked.Little do they know,Each season has an ending…SwooshWith one clean sweep…What was no longer is to be!Oh Lawd it’s hard…
EndureI’ve doneNo longer can I beA slave to laborOver what it isOthers may see in meSo proceed I mustAnd shut out doubts that comeThe ones that did me inLike someIn this skinTrustingTo live not endPossibilitiesOf a life given to meAnd I will give it my bestSince I’m not afraid to sweatOr correct what I need…
