In Progress
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Fragments of history fragmented speech
I thought poets embody the good.
Cultural/intelligent, respectful, kind-hearted, etc.
dealing with the (mis) fortunes of man and humanity,
surely these creatures will be good roll models
a heap of energy waiting to help.
no, they are mostly unmeasured words and mannequin babes
who swoon with [their] perfection or empty flattery
who try to deceive and lose at their own game
and those who cant.......
because at the end of the night they think wits=fame
who wake up on the most beautiful of mornings and
complain how everything is still the same,

sure it is with that attitude and measured frame.

was the day of today when it was the whole summer
i lived it alone, its been funner
much better than watching a group of friends
dressed for love scream hate through silence
as the bubbles rose up from a burner.

sure we are all special children demanding respect
who will get it because Talent is musing around, as
it should, almost sad that it hasnt found two hearts
to jump back and forth from yet...

I gave it a shot, and what he brought back to me was
beautiful and suiting, try after try.
until all the chances fell high and at once
into the sky, they are there still I can see.

Talent never found the young lad for me
and now Time is hovering around angry.
Saying to talent, dont waste your time
why cant any of these people Make Up
their minds

and talent replied

(well if it counts for something one little goose
went loose
like a madman she threw her shouts and arms
and admitted that all this time she pretended to
like the charms)