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Now When It Comes To Keeping My Brain Waves MOVING...
I Choose To DO IT... Rather Than Refuse It... !!!
Because I’m NOT STUPID Or One Who Is Foolish... !!!
Now I DO Make Mistakes And Have Made Some BAD Choices...
Now ONLY Those Who Are DAFT...
DON'T WORK At Their Craft... !?!
Nowadays When I Write My Tension Lessens...
Which Helps Me Find Some Peace of Mind...
Enabling Me To AVOID... Depression... !!!!!!
My Writing Style Keeps On Progressing...
Thus When I Write I Do LESS Stressing...
Old age showed up one day
Smiling,
the curves of her lips held softer edges,
Her hands were delicately lined,
An ancient wire system,
Still alive,
The woven fabric of steel grey
As the sands of time fall
And collect in a mound
I stop and reflect
On the wisdom I've found
For every day is a lesson
A subject to learn
And by the end of the day
Priceless knowledge is earned
Welcome to the old me
where days of freedom were abundant
where was I free to do as I pleased
where I was enveloped in disregard
for other’s opinions
where I was more of myself than I was of them
I returned home from Atlantis
with new armor and a new head —
blades still sharp from the last stoning —
feeling very nearly a tourist in my own land.
It has been a long time
Since the sun smiled,
Honored in the corners of my pictures by the yellowest crayon.
It has been a long time
Finding someone who is caring, careful, conscientious is far more difficult than I’d like it to be.When I found you I felt at peace, I felt like the world finally had meaning, motive, mind.When I met you my anxiety emerged its way back out of the
Over the course of years,
Over the course of days,
Over the course of writing this sentence
The so-called "future" has changed immensely
Similar to how seasons occur
Changing colors, changing shapes
Do away with material things
None of that matters
My sole hope for you and your long life
is to be
more than you were yesterday
scream, love, dance, embrace, and run like hell
Oh my goodness this gun weighs a ton
Too much weight gave me a strain;
I wonder why I have this gun
At last, we have the enemy on the run
I’m like a vine of ivy
I need a tree to climb
I will grow so long and lithe
I’ll make that flora mine
The moment I reach the sky
feel O2 in my green
a little over a second, a minute over an hour ago,
They called us,
a little over day, a week over a month ago,
They called us,
a little over a year, decades over centuries ago,
They called us the future
