PoetryPoetry is painting of words upon a canvas of ears. It is an art that anyone can do. Most of the things I write are for my wife. Occasionally I have a fit of anti-establishment that vomits it's way out of my system.
This is a very short list at this time, but it will improve with time as I post more of my past upon it.
together united on common ground,
against the oppression of the servant,
who has become our master.
The servant/master concludes it's crimes
Thinking in terms of humanity,
And lack of preparation
that has led
To my degradation
And constant manipulation
Of my aura
I feel alienation
from the congregation
of our hearts
For my procrastination
Has led to this destination
I want elation
but lack fascination
It's just my station
Wonderful escapes my lips
But sounds so blasť
To describe you is beyond my
But alas, I have words the words that I cannot access in my soul.
What kind of fool stands at the crossroads pondering two paths
Laziness and tranquility conspire against self confidence
The wisdom of forced choice goes against
Are these the ramblings of a lunatic?
I cannot be content as long a those around me
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