Question for this friday: Are you a person of independent substance or just the substance of another’s self obsessed reflection?…
and churning ashes;
resolute in turns both tragic
Wheels that grind
but lead nowhere-
Navigate your ragged circle,
all alone without a spare.
Clouds clap loud,
but growing weaker;
sleep supine on dusty wings-
moths that rise
while August lingers,
of bitter things,
wasted breath and foolish notions,
but twice betrayed.
Spinning lost in aimless motion
gathered threads soon break and fray-
Weaving on a loom that’s broken,
pauper’s shrouds for empty graves.
All those things you dare not covet-
beg to leave,
forced to remain.
Don’t forget your Mother’s promise:
“You, my love, are in this world-
Do not believe you’re not part of it.”
i’ve learned a valuable lesson these past couple months; that even mild-mannered and unassuming shadows can have savage teeth with deadly venom…
A unique and flawless diamond requires an equally unique and flawless setting…so i suggest you choose yours wisely.
OK-OK…enuff of the Armageddon “antisssssss-ipation”…on this nearly- spring occasion, we offer rare blooms and babies..& NO– IM NOT GETTING SOFT!!!🥊🥊🤠✊🏽✊🏽✊🏽🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼😹😹😹😹☠️💀🙀🤔🤔😎
wasted days breed brittle hours.
False and fatal,
Listen to this shallow dancer,
this poor romancer.
Why chase words
with idle logic-
find your fool
then pick their pockets.
Redress every wrong and doubt-
this stream that crushed the singing trout.
Another silly circumstance you’ve made,
a regal queen becomes a maid.
Now strangle on her silver braid;
and never feel remorse
for withered limbs that have no name.
the meaning clear,
through salty stinging
this smoke dispersed
by light of day-
Decryption is my stock in trade.