Let them do whatever they please.
As long as they do it quickly,
And leave!
To let the releasing of peace increase.
And then we ‘will’ all be removed from deceit!
Free of treachery, dishonesty…
And mental disease!
That has brought humanity to its knees!
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Should be of no surprise at all!It is a succession of events.Witnessed by those with common sense.And those who are lost…Continue to pay the cost!And that price is getting rather dense,For those with mindsets kept controlled…And fenced!
Shallow are the crabs
Pinching and clawing those near the top!Wanting more darkness.Wanting the light shown to stop.And rotten is the smell,Preferred and enjoyed.Tough of crust,And a sting of venom.In a barrel that’s enjoyed.To eat themselves and keep…Trapped.Devoured.Until there is nothing left,But remnants of a ravenous activity.And scarred shells…That have begun a rusting into dust!
It came
It could have been.It shouldIt wasIt laid there to the end.A promise of an opportunity…Wished,To be revived.In times recognized,By those with opened eyes.But too late…To revise.For those contemplating,Its use to update…The outdated façades,Long cracked and too faded.To renovate,Recycled debates for changes needed…By those who plead,To keep disguised and efforts masked!As tasks no one grasps…Smothers under…
In these days and times…
Alone!And/or behind.They seem to want to follow a process,Of pursuing conflict to address their illnesses.One has to strategically avoid them.Sometimes at one’s own risk.Even if it means to be recognized…After perfecting an assortment of disguises.They seem to just know how to solicit,Those they wish to identify as fresh targets!‘Oh!I didn’t know that was you.Didn’t you…
Moody.
But open her cage,Let her go…And she becomes a hybrid,Raged!Subtle cuddled up.But a buck on a booty.He had it kind of rough,Then he smoothed with age.They both broke quota.They spoke in coka mode…Ooo poppa locka booty,Ooma poppah!They both broke quota.They spoke in coka mode…Ooo poppa locka booty,Ooma poppah!Moody.Broody.But open her cage,Let her go…And she becomes…
You are so far removed from my to do list.
My binoculars can not locate you.I never thought I would feel this way.But I am looking for a mind easier to find.And yours?It is never where you claim it to be,Even when you bring it.Playing peek-a-boo and hide and seek…Chase-me-until-you-find-me games,Were fine when I was a ‘kid’ in my 40’s!But one of us has grayed…