Build yourself

To be honest Its been hard to write And then there is a child begging for attention An adult with a childs mind Anger lives inside–an empty habit to repeat the same outcry And to be honest The answers she seeks is a waste of time This “attention” From me-for me to die So again

Opinion-ated

So- I’m reading along the lines of this poet, between these “lines”, he gives a verbal visual–artistically pinning a point in my mind that, some things are exactly what they seem. A persons intention, dream, philosophy can be so indifferent-so much so that the image it takes on is deceiving. This brilliance–the same ingenuis he

[440] Know Your Dreams, Know Thyself

I am what I end up not saying⁣⁣⁣⁣I am what I end up not thinking⁣⁣⁣⁣I am what evades the sight⁣⁣⁣⁣I am what you do not read between the lines⁣⁣⁣⁣I am.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Between the lines, I breathe paradoxes⁣⁣⁣⁣Between the words, I squiggle for realisations⁣⁣⁣⁣Between the days, I try to evade thinking⁣⁣⁣⁣Between the nights, I dream my evaded thinking⁣⁣⁣Between

You mean, this “Pony-Tale”

As i wander of these Expectations Said to be, “set so high” Look into this limitless sky These birds plane through massacres -tide In fruition; i believe they call it, in tuition Think of it as, an investment These wandering things Expecting nothing less than what it carries and brings Clinging on–i’ll soar To greater

Dusk

I make a crime of this sitting Visiting the pieces that make of this moral Its morale A class A –putting a dent in its past-se , Clearing house Dusting of these old shoes – & what they are made for Each of the steps felt – & – as i delt, my hands- to

Trippin o’ Tip’n

In this judgement A free zone–attending to my own These thoughts to push and pull my way aroam Surrounded by surrender I dare not give a tear –DROP All thoughts opposed in fear This shedding A lessening given from me Hardening to see–each push and pull as time , i mean my mind’s — gotten

Poem: Forgiveness is a Kind of Innocence (tanka in 7 variations) – Seoul Sister

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Sailor –Moon

And guess what I actually saw it The moon, in a day –or night Have at it as you may Not sure if it were the, “pink”, one spoke of This moon So unexpected at site The momentum it gave Caught me at amaze A coming out to pursue–an appointing One that i had not

Rock , climb

Now I could per se so much However, the much isnt as clever as, so And lo The behold of each breath that it takes Lets just se I may In this, letter –note, this header to begin with this stage No longer a facade Better yet, i’ll forget–this foot as it slaves Leaving atlast

Special Olympix

…and as i end this set of– push ups I realize that im back, again(?) —-Where i’ve headed; this straight back has end –ed , right where i’ve began, again(?) A soul setting ..sole set–ling to trend its hot—topic A settling in — A need-less to stay, I need less to say–another set , AGAIN