Work ethic and pride in what they do is entirely non-existent.
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Wonder and curiosity fill my mind
keeping me alert and awake, tryingon new levels of associationthrough prose.Deducting pieces of educationthrough osmosis and placingattenuation into circlets offocusing imaging.
Black and white checkered flags racing throughout
of time.To race towards finish lines with poems in hand,happily traipsing down unknown paths, made by mejust now.
Remembering past images that are now waiting for me on the other side.
Nothing to stand in the way of a darkened mood, filled with thoughts, ideas, a plan to entice it’s coming sooner.Ending pictures already forming in my mind, using imagination’s fantasies to incorporate them with musical actions and rhythm to move forward.Relaxing in a passive mood, choosing the right moment to disappear.
Saving ethics of medicine as people all around die in their sleep.
sunset far away from life’s beginnings.Relaxing and realizing the surface of truth as it exists undercanopies of shade.Hiding under darkened corners, wanting to talk, but don’t know howto begin.Stranded on an empty island, alone, left there by a best friend,no longer wanting anything to do with me.Why I don’t know.
Tantalizing inner spirits, creating a playground of intensive freedom, allowing them free rein in pools of thought, awaiting intellect to join in, bringing a special tone to all that enters my mind with musical fractions.
Leveling attitudes, adjusting their volumes so I can continue to hear all that transpires within my imagination and intellect.
Stretching every idea and shaping it into other things, giving anyone thoughts of ice cold beings.
Catching the essence of every movement, allowing nothing to penetrate the outside portals of beings, sanctioned by inner icebergs, trailing after love is lost.