blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

a lot of writing & inciting (rhymes slimes)

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

“oh, now, quickly folks forget? Oh how sickly strokes are more lit!!!”

“oh, how the mighty have fallen? Oh now the flighty have stalin!”

oh what a shame : they betrayed their aim!

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

all i’m seeing is a sea of forgetfulness and a body that’s fraudulent.
rescue me from the deepening blue which traded all the colors for an astonishing hue made subdued.
with no clue could they even remember.
how many days were soon to come in December.

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

because how delu-lu – can you be?
impressed by only jangling melodic keys!
that’s all it took for your smile to be pleased?
a field of lonesome crumbs to entice your appetite?
come on y’all-even your stomach knows that ain’t right!
Here kitty, kitty, Kitty! come take this last bit of the spit that was drawn from the back of the oligarch’s throat!
hoping that we choke over the splendor of their patriotic gag!
And y’all still proudly wearing that flag??

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

because now i’m coughing.
i’m disgusted at all the times, collaboration was made with the disease.
how quickly i went along with the polluted breeze. comfortably walking, with my mouth not protected – steady talking!
screaming out loud, without gloves and a mask.
i did not dare to ask!
with all the spiked ailments thrown at the center! how could i enter? & so ignorantly?

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

that we even allow such degradation and disappearing of action to take space! each reframe and name making misplaced taste!
the pens are all backwards writing soon erased!! the sense ain’t got no cash – the bitcoin has been set out to lash. our pockets are holy but still penniless!

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

because i sense the sinuses bubbling in the back of my head.
boarding on the dread train / traveling up to my neck, down to my back, & shivering arms & legs off track.
pulling down on my eye sack, incumbently i’m sunk black!

AnD iT makes Me SicK!!!

listen to the poem here beloveds, you won’t get sick!

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