to all who know
to all certified survivors, I hope not to die,
I did that cross my heart thing wrong,
so many times,
how many? so,
I don't know and nobody knows but some
little creep me who does remember,
many oaths long forgotten,
and none of the good ones rotted,
the kid sees, look
I wished for this.
Seeds, or so I believed,
but this is real, as real as any angel ever promised.
Wait and see.
Sow old seed.
Some sprouted, yes beget yes,
we learn until it feels like a mindfull then the mind
there never is a real bang, like there is no boomer
as portrayed online and in the air waves of old days,
turn your radio on -
we are authorized to bring this version of the renowned
message from the source that loosed the modified
biome, only possible due to the necessary
there had to be a cover band calling themselves,
"No Room at the Inn" working the river,
this biome factors into every idea in the life
this mind formed from **** few babes ever smell.
--- gut feeling
Where do ideas come from, well, you may ask yourself,
do you imagine knowing why
re- as re meaning completerly, not again
time slips and your fragile con-fid-ence fi sem per haps
and here is where we wait
for our best sense makers to see the splash we made,
hell, we emptied hell in more than twelve forms
per second read.
What's my pay, nada, madam, have a silver bullet
for all the evils those keep away, Hi Yo SILVER AWAY
always, a stranger asks ,"Who was that masked man."
Mom said she did not know, but
grandpa had a way with truth when it came to how it's told,
Mom's got suddenly a year older, and Pop
moved to the desert for the rest
of his life, after suffering through one life, he got a new wife,
but I was part of the ruined part, and I think
he did not know the damage a dad who does not wish
to be one, but lives under an oath, I never imagined,
those men, born in the Twenties,
went to war for reasons manifested as spirits, in minds
claimed sane by virtue of knowing true rest in peace,
ever after whenever we die.
Who taught your father how to be a man, or did he
***** it up completely, too.
There, that, stuff the wasted wonder why dad was dad.
No excuse, we come out of the informing system
lacking some senses, to allow hulk level
on points of contention in reality under my pen,
novel new pride contends, without all I represent,
completely present as pre-sent re-
ality of purpose supposed a point
to aim at.
nothing more. Think you know where your arrows go.
Then rest if you have the peace, and watch them grow.
Wondering what possesses boomer CEO models that got Peter Principled