Three poems. Visions and dreams all in the distance Ideas a fine a dozen in the head while your body be frozen in place contemplating the merits and bells where the lights signs all the fritz. A ball in play and you mold thoughts like clay into shape used some day noting them all down in thick paper so they don't ever go away. The reason comes and grounds all wet yet your thoughts haven't been washed out of bounds from the neurons firing keeping those ideas from dying. As storms rage within the realms of both your head and realities grip like life trying to break all that resolve you know full well nothing but work makes things evolve. Slowly the world calms and each step now is right into your palm each hand good tight the dreams and ideas you all know as right. Drunken emotional thoughts rolled into something strange Voices heard from a distance roasted into the unknown void with no regard to who or what's heard and overheard into the obscene kind of dance. Ignoring everything construed as a warning even when tempers are heating and feathers seething with anger tempers in red danger. Holding back emotions hard to temper especially emotionally charged energies following back and forth heading to the top north. Calm the fuck down before we all down into that abyss you've built for yourself all self sabotaging everyone with their flimsy crown. Snap into reality with life's variety all rolled into the dream of what everything called into light and then all torn down from your insides fright. Why must I follow even when you act like the light into that deep blue light brought out and manifested to no direction of known unknown. Do we say goodbye even when life's alright but it's all our of sight drowned out by your loud sighs and no it's not about thighs. **No coherent thought** Fresh off the boat Standing still but afloat Winds bring in the tide Of this vast open wide Where empty streets bustle Silence cuts weed thistle Sheer will bring change To temper any kind of rage Only a gentle soul comprehends The spretzzura of action ends Where to search where it begins Thrown out like rubbish on bins But who am I kidding Hard trying in hiding Keeping them all in check Like a swarm of ants on deck Consistent in dogged march Triumphed with an arch Gathering and mustering Strength unbound not faltering Uninspired but far from expired Even through exhaustion one's tired Cohesive mind all mired
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