The window pane frames my outlook on life. It
shares the many thoughts that surrenders my body to the elements of self worth.
Why am I the question held in secret while the lies shine to a truth force-fed?
How does a person speak in tongue when there are no lips to help the
distinction of sound? My heart speaks no more but weeps in its own blood
marking its borders. I see you and dammit I wish I could bless you with my
hands of exorcism, be gone you punk ass demon. Imma keep running on off
at the mouth so I'll do us all a favor and skip this period.
Who wants to feel the world with burnt
fingertips? Everything I touch shows no entry of me so I guess I shall remain
nameless and faceless to the recognition to the software of your keyboard. Free
will is a mutha. Here I am thinking we should free will versus choosing to do
of my own consciousness. Bury me a G before the H I of your high text me J
K.
So now I'm a joke.... Huh?
I'm not no regular dude, I am somebody who can
be seen as anybody within your body. Books read sparks the imagination of what
swirls before us noting fiction to be non because who wants live here and now.
So who is hiding now? You reside in a world where the top of a pyramid drives
your thirst while in all your missing the point.....The base of the structure
constructed at sea level.
Yup yup...
This rant is to be continued...... I knew I
should have showed my work in pencil... Dammit!
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