Marcy was a woman who had much strength and skill To make her life worth living, to do just as she will Back in the beginning before the flashback came She used the bag of money to gas the pseudo flame The slit in her tight timeline prevented many things The purlieu of her homestead developed yellow rings Although a nifty idea she didn’t want to see How playing a card like the red ace was how her life should be. And so she put the cards back and looked up toward the sky The future she was holding was her pressing reason why.
Call it retrograde amnesia or just a flickering impulse I conjured up my strength, as if I were someone else My friends they did not know me, my family they would say But I attribute all my happiness to that crazy single day It started as a gaffe but soon turned into a cruelhunch Disguising my whole face as I stalked away to lunch To elevate my mood in this rare prolific phase I sighed and ate my sandwich as I looked off in a haze A mystery unfolding was putting all my strength on hold The magic of a master was all that I was told Ejected from his alter and landing with a thud I saw my pet go flying, then a monsoon of his blood I ran back through the hallway, the library was in sight I didn’t leave a line of crumbs nor turn on any lights. I hid among the books so afraid that I’d be seen What a nightmare of a morning this day has truly been I escaped out through a window and climbed down a brick wall I didn’t want to wait for more I know I couldn’t stall Suddenly I woke up, not knowing where I was Grateful that the only thing was my alarm’s loud buzz
There was a little imp who liked to talk of food a furtive little man, thought his was really good an impetuous fellow who recollects his fave employing all his wits for temptation he did cave a bloviated rant loudly speaking of wet stuff like a train whistle coming through a fog of smoky stuff he dries his little face as he thinks about his past knowing that he’d have to cook to make his boasting last.
On a green verdant hill in the vast countryside a presidential vehicle, driving fast, slowed its ride Responsibility from aides shouted, “go by fast” but in exercising the law this man screamed out at last the man shouted, “no!” and said that he wanted to see what was in a dark hole in a big, old oak tree. He knew he should waiver or lest he be drawn into the brambles that spread all around on the lawn. a twig poked out, then it snapped with a crack but in his dark mind, the twig pursued fighting back. He quickly raised an arm to safely shield his dark face surveying all the land to find a quick hiding place. He turned to his right and saw a clown standing by Horror filled his whole face and let out a strange cry Running away towards the cars open door, he ran fast Knowing he’d better get away or this trip’d be his last.
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Feelinglead weighing me down I banter on about my life My pliant ways to improve myself and ancient ways avoiding strife The name I see along the way helps collar any loss I know for hark, a voice I love to hear one to light my face aglow And in the distance there you are setting my whole world afire fulfilling all my hopes and dreams my love for you will never tire.
A chip of chalcedony, handled with two hands ambidextrous fondling, tenacity expands Like a vaccination shot released, a controversial dose Provenance is here but gone, a chip of history’s close Training to the naked eye, food for thought ingest Like macaroni for the feast, I merely try my best.
In a house down the street with an unearthly vibe Desperation is seen in the cracks on the sills A camera click is a sign of the times That discourse is present, not basic thrills The plants all around find nutrition complete in the rot and the moss on each block A cougar could starve as nothing survives but a clever frog under a rock. No variation exists in this beat up old home no more life will be present again but watch for yourself the eery green glow and the voices of ageless, dead men.
Its a terrific day to bypass the world and languish what’s needing to be Done are the days of silly cartoons dangling fake lives ‘front of me I bend to the floor, escaping the lights, from the moon accessible through the blinds My stonewashed jeans are clean and are dry and nothing weighs on my mind The opalescence in this worldwide debut is the beauty of an angel’s halo A zeitgeist of long gone serenity waits while dreams of a utopia grow.
Although the feeling all around was a melancholy mood The policy of folks like me was fastidious and good The swell of hope I felt that day diminished in a flash While standing on the center lane, no barriers to dash The happiness just slipped away to crush my vivid dream Like oil on a flabby piece of skin in need of cream Luck would have it no one else here seemed to see me cry Except for one lone shaming man, I felt like I would die. I tried to turn but felt real stuck with sorrow and some pain Jumping now would do no good, there wasn’t any gain. So here I stood aside the man, a standstill in my head Realizing my day was done, so I left and went to bed.
I may be tone-deaf as you say but scrutiny gets you lost an eponymouspattern for which you see, but really at what cost? I produce words and phrases here to get me on a route like mud and reeds go searching in a marsh for land to suit. The insight that you’ve given me with speed and acuity reminds me of my childhood friends and what they meant to me. So here we stop at a junction place where speed defies no one and think of hent in terms of life but where is all the fun? Let’s stop and say we are both here for similar success But I will surely put you down since my writing is the best.