Sweet incense of all of my garbage thnking.
Enamored the love of my writing,
have sweet joys of a pencil,
. . from and to a pen guided by my own sheer raw non-sense of fruitful mind.
In which babbling, gibberish and yes shit predictive setting of devices ;
permeated all of my works.
I would visit those times and see to it,
and preserve my naive mind,
chaotic ❤ heart.
Yes my love that was broken and shattered across
time and memory.
I am to have that which and not bother to improve.
Only a reminder that I am not human.
I am a loving monster and a minion of Elpis.
“I am the way, wanna follow. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride. Nonetheless It is good one. Come with.”
Looks over to me,
“Did I ever tell you; youremind me of some one I used to know had a good soul. Cheer up bruh. Potential is one thing, it’s how you apply and live with it.”
I see now
of me, myself
The triangle of !ife.
The line coming out of this mouth.
What circle of my repetitive glossary only knows to say.
Now I know,
what it means to be no one and some one,
Yesterday wasn’t far away,
was stated by a little Beatle that kept smoking
one I should.
But the ones here to stay would not to become suddenly,
I will not expect not anticipate not even,
assume to assimilate.
I can sing,
dance and even live
All of it.
Only to know I can believe,
It will never stay,
It won’t be there today.
Time to weed all my scissors.
All of those sharp turns be a blunt point,
can make a wide left from past to present.
Yes to it all,
and no to my mouth.
My Sun never shone.
Where was the night when I want it to be day.
Then it is to be than
of all these in front of me.
Were I to be me or of them.
Whom am I to be,
therefore I want none of theirs;
Only Myself never.
I want none but to run.
This mind won’t give me of all of that.
A circle has no angle on your issue.
My triangle cannot be squared in my own egg of a mind.
When it does,
compounds of complexities do pound,
then to than be stupid simple,
can not be as one.
As we ought to,
need we be always,
what for are we;
stand or walk out of.
is the only one matters.
The vein of my heart endures and ensures,
I just go in and stay upon
capillaries of all jungles those myriad
beyond and above my,