Call yourself brilliant.
Applaud.
Develop your own audience.
And as long as you keep your taste,
To keep a redundancy in place.
You will always enjoy the sounds of your own clapping.
Feeling what you have done,
Deserves an ovation.
It’s the stagnation of what you present,
That has you drugged in a self love…
Too obvious it goes unshared.
But then again…
What is done is based upon whims.
And not with depth reflected.
You have just but a surface…
Thinned by lack of purpose!
Of my perceived need.I don’t want.You keep it.What you once had,I hungered.And that time has passed.Along with you as a priority.You removed yourself from my agenda.Remember?You unlocked my heart…Throwing away the key.You have no idea how glad I am,I did not make any copies…For your repeat.Whatever it is you wish to give to me,At this…
What may be unknown.Showing up to appear,Doesn’t connect a thoughtOr make feelings clear.Something said,May not be understood.We take for granted,More than we should!If more were consistent,In existing relationships…There would be less adultery‘Assumed’ and committed.With more tighter unions,With fewer quicker to split!Instead of those who choose,To do as they see fit!Many live lifes of fantasy,With falsities…
But magic.Within this mental illusion shared.Detailed with meaning,Everywhere.And everywhere,It is there!Breeding in a sea,That’s of a vast cosmicness.A precious gem.Within a precious gem.That’s within and without…Description.This depiction,Is nonfiction!My life…Has to be right,For this time.Or why would I find it,Mysterious?And dramatic.With twists and turns,Numerically graphic.Perfectly mathematic.Emphatically glad I am!And ever so ecstatic.Yes!Created by creations created!Doing this…
And selecting scenes,Preferred and/or liked.I drove.Cautious.Even though a few accidents,Caused me to pay more attention.Although that was meant.I ran out of gas.And stumbled when I pushed to fast.But I finally found my path identified.I felt at home!I knew I had arrived.I’m glad I took it upon myself…To learn to drive.Although my preference is to walk.Observe.Touch…
These tears I can not stop…Each dropp blocks my farewell.And even though I know,Tomorrow has to come…It’s still not in my heart,To leave yesterday this way.With a new beginning,Sending an end away.When morning brings to us sunrise,Let us not speak of regret.Let us not wish to stop time…To fulfill promises not met!Or any made left…
You were the one,To make fun of my attempts.And you solicited an audience to applaud,What you thought were my failures.I don’t understand!What do you want me to hear?How you now would like to erase those years?Do whatever you wish.You don’t have to whisper that to me!I have long considered you,And those who gave you their…
