Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Uncategorized

Words #1 (basically unnamed)


This crazy taming of my name,

Reliving cycles as they claim,

Territories in my brain,

Causing me to take some shots,

While no one else is in the game.

This isn’t about the way that we are made,

It’s about the way we make our change,

The way we seek to make our gains,

Everybody’s a little different,

Yet we’re from the same damn place.

Systematically separating social situations,

Tormented tones touch tiny intimidation’s,

Reading right around rambling renovations,

Leads long lost lethargic ill logic,

Back bounding bravely beyond bitter intentions.

Let’s make sense of less pretentious power,

While bleeding dreams into flowers,

Seeking grace and simplicity isn’t sour,

As you learn to find yourself,

Then make use of every hour.


NV. – written on June 19th, 2018 started @ 3:25 p.m. finished @ 3:49 p.m.

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