“exempt notions that were never clarified as such;
bastardized plush found in the perpendicular mix!

this explains the array of paralleled bricks! but we gotta pick up the sticks!

(with) an artful glance & a Popsicle chance !

uneventful ceremonial expression, totally testing our discretion!

a pair of eyes recognizing the plentiful fruits on the table – though, our willingness struggled with actually being able!

blast is too soon cast: broken & revealing. knees kept kneeling before the throne of taste.

throwing away all the plastic waste.

tempting to add numbers of approximated destination.

cut off from the moon tuned affectation.

trembling trees, abide near a century old house, found in the busy corner of a silent mouse.

we could be left guessing, but instead right into tentatively confessing!

a correction of outdated judgement calls.

multicolored eyes releasing unexpected waterfalls, because the frame of that notion is exempt from the residue of what’s been set to tempt!

once hastily gathering yourself away, you tipped over a big steppers tray!

that joker didn’t let you call it a day or claim ‘come what may.’

instead, they authoritatively / reminded you, what happens when you’re cuffed and it gets rough!

the obedient flower was denied power to the vase.

this case : proved better contained in the busy street ground, maybe then they’d get some attention.
(not to mention) the crowd preferred a multicolored ability to chart placement!
it’s like performing after hours in your basement. nobody knows what time of the hour you’d be hit, or which galaxy will forward you to sit.”

^^^^^^^

that was my first new written poem of the year! it’s a poem about a wide array of things in my life lately.
some of them being :

• the fleeting Popsicle chance, inviting a flagrant dance
• a cold breeze through the trees reminding me of why i miss the summer, ain’t that a bummer?
• accidentally stepping onto a elephant stranger inviting inevitable danger – because they about that life bringing strife!

the emotions of the unsaid finds its way to the expression of moving symbols. the words, the birds, the thirds! nonetheless, today I found myself racing against the hands of time! it’s 11:43PM currently and my mind is sPinNiNg like Chuckki Booker talked about! So much a plethora ! formation of sensation.

May some of these words, help you get through!

editors note: the expiration date for my social media participation will inevitably lead me to posting way more more on my website instead of the usual 7’th algorithm! So here’s to more random posts! GET READY! 😀