(My Life has meaning again...
I seem to believe.
My Heart is dripping lead...
whatever that means.
My Pencil's spilling red...
rhyming makes poetry.
You're in Love again...
whatever that means.
Progressed!!!
...turned feelings into Bread
to keep the crowds moving.
Hidden within her Breasts
to keep them from Thinking.)
<...Standing in City chairs
to restroom for seeking
Excite, meant to be happy
to be
hear a ringing in my
eerie spots
someone noticing me
Her Pretty often
It's been awhile
glare
has something too
sea waves
it's lazy hand too
hypnotize dreamy
hare hops in the meadow's lair
a laissez-faire....defeat>
{Relate and Recognize
the words we use
beyond their
Tradition
of
"magnificence".}
[Tradition can hinder self-confidence/awareness.]
...'cause
it's all good.
(...when you put what you feel into what you say it may bring a hold in Misery's Mysterious Ol' Soul.
Bringing it back to be a better me to criticize
"oh to criticize!..more more more!"
To feel what you say...
Oh lord lord lord)
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