I see fire on broken knee the life while
destined to beg. most feel colors a lover’s hatred a burning haystack. so close
it stinks so washed it changes so douched the flowers deign to wombs. a confused
island as it destroys self while asking for shut-eyes. a son’s energy a
daughter’s legacy or a mother’s private hostility. I see squelching or reneging
while one is a jackass—the flame of arrogance the inability to run a nation or
needing unverifiable submission. I know one so torn it aches but either to live
or to die: shattered ego, blatant disrespect, while demanding the prostrate
Jesus. such baby needs, such temper tantrums, either kiss rump or die trying—the
redeemed soul those characteristics while our nation has come so far; in truth,
taken back too marred, such antiquated thoughts, while no one truly submits to
riches: it’s a byproduct of a personality while to get close is to damn near
vomit. such dynamics—the daughter to the mother, the lawyer to the client, the
doctor to the patient: a man’s guts to pavement, as such born abstracts, while
a woman speaks so seldomly: the feudal cherries those radicalized strawberries
or pieces so strewn across California. a bit of returned medicine an inner
kleptomaniac at such a time where masks are mandatory. (Selah)
to
imagine true hatred where orientation says, anti-them, or death
before charity. the freedom of a nation or such participation where next it
will be, kill on sight. our martial highlights our dear beliefs while no
one is mutual. it becomes evident in our interactions, either you or me or
both, but someone is frowning. the kites at the picnic, the superior imperfect
people, while heads are so enthralled that, anything I say is law!
such
independence is a threat. such disobedience is insurrection. we feel what people
don’t say. the absence of grace or draconian favor where we aren’t examining psychologies.
money determines sanity. where one is drugged out. a bit angry that others see
it!
