Why is the mind confined and stopped,
To ponder upon ‘typos’?
As a writer it will happen,
When thoughts are racing fast!
Sharing compositions to proof read,
Can be a pain in the…
Posterior!
And I wouldn’t have chosen ‘posterior’
To get my point across!
But there are some,
Who believe cussing is dumb…
And when it is seen,
The subject matter of content
Is entirely lost!
Minds like these,
Are looking for dotted (i’s) …
And crossed (t’s) !
Like everyone else?‘I’ve seen this all before.’Well perhaps others haven’t.No one wants to hear you tell what’s coming.I haven’t seen this myself.‘But dad, you are here every year! ‘And what is that suppose to mean?Some things I’ve seen and some things I haven’t.I am only here for your benefit!Didn’t you say you wanted to come?‘Yeah,…
In a place in which reality has been nonexisting…Who’s vision will produce a concrete foundation?What will it be based upon?Every institution now has cracks,Providing versions of inactivity to combatWhat currently attacks.How can anyone defend beliefs,Seeping from the last of merit.And pretentions kept have ceased paying any bill.We live in days when having bad credit…Is better…
Lay bare he does…and stare out of heat mist windows.Capturing moonlight,on his skin with wishes to be touched.She is the mistress,of his feelings.Unapologetic are rays carried,from him he thrusts.He trusts that shewill someday receive his yearning.He burns in hunger longing…And she knows not of his need!
They are still there as if nothing has changed.There with the same revolving issues.There to address the same expressed nonsense!Remaining the same and unchanged.Revolving and not evolving…To find anything of value resolved.
To continue disrespecting another.But there are those who do.Refusing warning signs!And then one day…Out of the blue.Lights bright once shining upon them…Are suddenly turned out!A balled fist has been swung to stun.And a consciousness fades.Ever slowly someone’s thoughts begin to dim.To leave them paralyzed.Never again to cross a line…That has been clearly defined and discovered.Without…
There is nothing ‘upstairs’ in your head,If you think your masquerade is fun!It’s bordering on stupidAnd on the edge of being quite dumb…To believe I’m not coherent enough,To see what you are doingAnd not be aware of what you’ve done!You must be channeling a fool,A personae suitable for sleepers.But I am wide awake,After tasting samples…
