this was inspired by the magic of what a ‘wand’ implies. it’s really the glory of stories that enhance what is a label or a lie. nonetheless, we write and the pages continues !

the wand of mystery is not a magical history, but a story written on the wings of glory.
told by the one that sold, fables and labels
those which swore into: a vow of sCiEnCe –
wherein data stands in AlLiaNcE
with the truth of what can be made more CLEAR
so that the ‘sigh’ may revere as opposed to FEAR 
YA HeAr?
cuz’ ain’t nobody trying to smell the dragons breath.
it’s already oiled our CHAINS.
how about we pray for the southern REIGNS?
cuz we need a BLOW which rhymes with the FLOW.
one that is not bound by lock and KEY – but a combination SOLILOQUY!
so much for CONVERSATION – we’ve been burdened with emotional EXCLAMATION!
feelings and facts both MATTER – for as long as they don’t SHATTER in the FACE of the dystopian ACE!
when you are envisioning a familiar and encoded recommendation, shapes & patterns tend to sequence for approximation.
even when slanted by only a ‘little’ it was cornered balanced inside the middle!
abstraction could not answer, hypnotic geometry was no dancer!
as compared to the collective recognition :
of what was all deemed as reasonable suspicion !
for when lessons have turned into splendid confessions of the highest order /// obtained knowledge is gleaned, crossing between imposed boarders. this wisdom endows us with a movement to act!!!!
(consider this a dialectical materialist fact!)
We’ve stepped in the sulking cold, right when springtime arrived.
Never late but hardly in time for our lifestyles contrived.
Will they ever mesh?
Or could we ever be more than our aging flesh?
I thought that together our growth would make time for all the rest.
But sometimes, shortcomings are aging truths that remain on the viral dial.
In my halls of shallow emotions, still, I walk in a single file.
To be known for who I am and whom I will become without a fight.
even as we are all but a blossoming flower unseen in the night
Returning to the bounce back and treated to an elastic couch.
wishing to lay back rested like a grouch!
However, i’m still gonna bounce.
Dribble to the triple of a rippled ounce.
Potential is never missed when you explore the chance. Get ready for the BIG PAY BACK or Dance!
It’s gonna fill your pockets and tie your shoes! When you are on the runway strut like a ship in a smooth cruise!
so that people can see you in control of the stage!
growing into the age, of a magical wand turning page by page!

ROI(S):RegurgitationOfInformation (SOME ARE HYPER LINKS! CLICK TO READ FULL POEMS)

Dribble The Bounce-back – 01/29/2017
Opaque – 06/14/2018
Just ‘X’ Acute – 07/07/2020
A Vow of Sigh ‘Incensed’ Waves – 03/07/2021
Pieces Left Behind – 08/28/2022
Meme dREaM – 07/14/2023
Page, Wand – 07/14/2024

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