I unroot
anger or unbend perception where essence becomes important.
We are
sure to flourish or certain to try harder while many have lost zeal; but caves
in me or ex-slaves screaming while it is harmful to brood; so disruptive those
days or so confused these feelings after something killing me softly; abandoned
to deserts or falsifying an oasis while he ate lunch with a cactus; to endure
loving others to cry a teal horizon or to ignore something whining; it whistles
while laughing it scurries into pits where it is met by scorpions; but a
daughter to her life or granny to her safe while it was nice to finally fit the
nuggets.
How have
thoughts been? Is it truly so serious? Must mankind suffer?
I met
velocity. It was complete ritual. While I decided to stay.
A man
as instrument but rarely human while I need the picklock; by vice-grip emotion
those pliers as discussion where there in nothing to tillage; by harsher ashes
such smoke into venom where adoring you was once so simple.
I have loved
ideals I have sung Purple Rain I have felt mocked and ridiculed. I have
lost a compass to dwindle in spirit while days or nights became similar; our
minds so pictured our breathing elaborate but soft spoken sensories; by mourning
but gleeful or to loses but realized as a daughter wanders energies; a mother
to much flame attempting to balance family where something aches from times ago:
the fever of one more the agony of too much or those seconds it was just right!
We might come life
or dear mockingbirds or sweeter literature; by intellectual taxes by sheer
debate or running to catch our feelings; this shoulder by violence this soul by
silence while watching a penguin; (it was odd, she spoke of something that she
could not have known): I remained unspoken, but those two have romance, and it
is plain distrustful.
I often
rethink my days at
culture
honor or praise to
reinvest
in a daughter’s voltage; but family knows, it is not a great secret, plus, it
yearns for its freedom;
to
have successes to die so intimately where it was never given its nuggets; those
tan flavors those memorable seconds while I remember saying, I love you: (a
man tries hard, but given little lenience, while he dies to fix something
already condemned)— [No one
speaks to that!]
