Has long run its course.
When I said I divorced myself from nonsense,
That included yours as well.
The adolescence of immaturity…
Is the core of the nightmarish hell.
And I do not condone heat on my peace of mind!
My need is to provide substance.
And your needs are just to abuse the idea!
Similar Posts
Shallow.
One victimized by their deedsWas not far beyond reach…Of mental observation.Shallow.They who fed from prolonged contentment,Resented lives led…But refused to change!Refused to see,A bitterness contained stunted their stagnation!Remaining in sustained defiance they stand.With subjective objectivity…They ensured they would be left behind!Enduring the nothingness cultivated in their minds.And willing to share their findings!In caves where they…
Weaknesses fed…
Where is the discipline needed?A peace that is kept,Must have an appreciation shown.A lazy acceptance known…To keep a few in new stitches,Keeps eyes focused on ‘things’That hypnotize useable brains…To strain for consciousness.And a peace like this,Is a glue strip to catch flies.And others who believe…Maintaining something simple,Is easy to gain and retain.A life made to…
You had your fun with deceptions done.
And every step that was taken to erode honesty…Has left you the one bleeding profusely.And not a dropp of it has satisfied my disgust.Therefore with an attached however…In between a thus and thence carried forth,To say you disappoint is an understatement.To erase you from existence,Would aid to my forgiveness!
Dozing!
And dulling their minds.They all awakened to find…Someone demanding those times,Would be left behind them now.Struggling to their feet…Some dazed,Others amazed those daysHad actually gone.With their cupboards depleted.And brooms and mops left,For them to use to sweep and clean.As someone they never respected…and certainly did not expect.Showed up upon the scene.Loudly proclaiming,What from them is…
Tears falling…
In celebration,We face their absence…Feeling blessed,And yet forlorn.We hold them in our hearts…We do!Keeping them loved,Where they belong.And wishing them well,In our minds sometimes saddened…Until we are joined together,Gladdened!In an afterlife of praises…And in song!
A deployment of character assassins,
But no one has confided in them yet…That those selected for defamations,Have been, in fact, themselves!Invited to all of the soirées.And came dressed to impress,I might add!They should be just about discovering that…Right,Now!Among those,They are…Proud professional social climbers!And how do they become less exposed?That is difficult to determine.The look of shock seems to be permanently…