Just words.
You don’t have to connect to my feelings.
You never will.
How can you?
I’m another ‘somebody’ meaning nothing.
Somebody saying nothing…
Meaningful to you!
I know this.
And I knew!
Much like you…
I too,
Am just passing through here,
With nothing else to do!
And these words put together,
Are for folks like us…
Me and you.
With nothing specific on our minds.
As we both find this time,
To discover words to just browse through.
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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…
You believed I was too ‘deep’?
You were too shallow to follow?Here,Take this!‘What is that? ‘That’s a life-preserver!You will need no explanation.The time draws near.And it will become crystal clear,How to use it!And what to do!‘Oh Yeah…?Row away!You look foolish…With those wheels on that boat! ‘I may!I agree.It floats as well.
When something is broken,
It does not sustain,A sameness expected…One wishes to regain.It is like two who love,Experiencing their first argument.What had been thought unconditional,Set conditions to a limit.To discover are lamented.When a puppy once cute,Grows to be booted from the door…A howling sound unbearable,Can not restore…A ‘before’ now ignored.When something breaks away from its need…There are not too…
Okay, okay, okay!
I hid my ambitions.Secretly I kept wishes to succeed,To myself.I got little sleep…Desiring to perfect my gifts.I exposed other talents,As a means to distract.To keep my chosen path,Protected from their attacks.Please!Please,I beg of you.Let them go.I am the guilty one.They had no clue as to ‘why’I used them the way I did.Release them.Release my pad…
They’ve got skills.
With prowess on the streets!They have tackled ever situation…In inebriated fashion!As if descriptions of their gifts,Explores an unshown motivation.Induced with intoxicated wit…Hoping to impress those,Who have heard this all before!Veterans of the blues…Passing through time,And wasting it as they choose.Everyday.Applying their habits,With nothing else to offer.Nothing of validity!But a liquored breath on words they say!Veterans…
Slaves no more are cast upon plantations.
Now lease once freed human beings.Mixed with diversity embraced.And sharing their skills at a slower pace.Some will view these scenes as socialistic.But a corporate greed,Feeds the needs of the beast while feasting!As those of all races…Discover their ‘interdependent’ places.