Take a closer look , and you will realize .
All that you maybe know .
You 'I really think that is a certain way' .
Well just lean in , go inside .
And you will rock your question solid .
Hold up, did I just conclude !
No more misinformation, confirmation .
In your very own mind ?
There's plenty of room, hop inside .
And get it poppin' .

Get like me . A little poetic justice for ya .

To Bodies , green and free as two lakes .
Joined by the passing of a creek .
In the valley of the sun, thorny and blush as a bunch of cacti .
Which were open to eyes , as we were a splash .
Shot from our ridges , gravity , we took them down .
Free falling , into our depths .
But from the looks it was nothing but hard fun .
The creek dried up and it rained somewhere far away .
But the distance between had come in a shocking way .
When the noise on the other side of the mountain between .
Came wondering through .
Each lake had a plan to brew .
They both would be to move .

Little they did know, the narrow stream .
The current of their waters would have to undergo .
To small for both, either way.
If they were to have come together, water would have ran forever .
Straight into the ocean flow .
Adventures discovering treasures on the ocean floor .
Rich and Richer they would have became .
With wealth, fame can be tamed .
Knowledge is gold, and a plaque be framed .
Curiosity did **** the cat ,
And the other had a 'better' plan to hatch .

Biased, is shades of gray .
Getting them one way, without the words to say .
Use of a spotlight will take that away .
A white wash on a wash rag , a bleaching sun lit day .
Lion in the animal kingdom , gives it away .
She did not choose herself to be feared in that way .
So her come conformity , such a pity .
So mix-matched , un hatched .
One paw on the latch, the other on a match .
She's is screaming put up a fight , right , & don't get this cat .
Wild got lazy , threw a punch and came right back .
So suddenly everything was nothing that it seemed .
As if this beam had slowed down history .
Black out , until the mystery uncovered .
More and more you wanted to hoover .
Feeling filled , but you missed the message .
Your façade had been uncovered .
Brother and bothered .
Silk web under a microscope .
Is still a fancy gathering .

Walk onto the platform , clay till it molds , there it will hold and it will not fold.  will you will it to get cold?  only truth under uncertain lighting. chance,  given no chance .  wasn't it sought under the shade of a tree , like willow , will be , sunshine hides on the outside .  Calm curious creatures can creep conformity .  Custom made to be Taylor ganged . No one skeleton , grabbing the tangible bliss of the force .  'Small kiss of death the angel understood .  To live free is to be recognized by no one , for everyone to see . Clear to me , transferred energy under the shady little tree .  So fulfillment could take me , no where near . yet so close to where I wanted to be , like a dear caught in the headlights of a trucker.  Like clearing the forest so the rabbit could take his watch .  Taking each path the Little girl followed closely to catch & so she did .  On ward she could go, inspired by one word, no.  Soon they were together, faster than them together they spread . Cutting down forest wherever they wept . Shedding forever more light to the floor , for many demons to take it away .  But they would branch out, She would have it no other way.  Having no glory could have kept her away .   Seeking was hindered to a balance, a peek unknown.  But because of her fearless drive, she found herself at the tip.  About to fall & To her dismay , madness is all around .  Keeping her down, on the ground , Childs' play . By any means necessary, It was what she found that gave her a sight for value, somewhere it had been lost all around .  In the moment that it was shared by another, her luck would be smothered .  By the way that they decay, walking dead like soldiers in my bed .  As I flip through my head , churning butter for old bread .  Now in Acoma , shock driven and pacey .  Dreams becomes screens , and morning become Bracey . Get a grip, willed the words .  Coming from my mouth were like theirs, unheard by myself ..  like meaning had lost its place somewhere between time and space .  Dimensions turned them to dementia .  Callings when the spirit world leapt to life . But the living , had no eyes for sight . Like a blind butterfly , day turned to night without a single star in sight .  Again in search , pain and agony , anger driven rage .  Turn the page on my belief .  As if I had to leave it up to chance , and let the fates decide .  So on a whisper I would glide, tilt, till I would guide .  Find the abide , the law was beside .  She grew my heart, that turned from a seed to a tree .  And all that funky little rabbit did, was water my breed .   She is like the pouring rain, waterfall , train.  Loveliness, vain, and most of all sane .  But to discourage not to an advantage .  I lost my rocker , I did not fall off.   Only suspended in my place until  I could finally dime .  Not a spoken word of yours, to trap us every again .

hold on, only I?  Pretty pity.  On for a life time, like a song.  Single stupid, repeat & undo. Creative but uninspired.  Interrogation room.  Waiting for the life, see it through my eyes.  Uncover my lies.  Look through me and never forget the hole. Raw.  Nervous energy slept next to a dog, and lost her nerves.  She held that pup every night till she took flight. Wings expansion like renovation.  Cleaned by the breeze, a new sneeze.  Tingle, She ached no more for the News had slipped, right onto her own two feet.  Feel felt for the very first time, vary time.  Never the similarities of a confused illness of a lightless glow.  Inner filler will her to climb tower of time.  Grandfather, a flower left the garden.  Dandi lion. Roar street clear, traffic, fresh white line.  Permitted, and uncaffinated.  Take a shot. REMember before you wake up.  Come down, to finally line up.

You .  Quite a catch .
To hear you move .
Swift and Breezy .
Half or Halves. .
She owns but never has a clue to give .
Her business is never sow .
Holding on to a branch, downstream .
She takes out her knife .
Each time it tickles like a splinter in your toe .
Beating away, haha .
But like nature, seed is never gone for good .
BE gone like the wind .