Be careful what your words speak be weary what your eyes see be afraid of your thoughts when they let you dream.


Remember that soft touch that made you blush and lust, learn from that soft touch that ended up hurting your confused heart.


It becomes hard to stop trying to understand were to start, the bottom of the food chain that pit is rough. It shattered me to shreds broke me but made me tough.


You ask your self why? You feel like a raggy old cloth your questions are pointless you always stumble and drop.  


Tumbling and falling ending up on the same spot, you a raggy old doll back to front forgetting what it's all about. This poems a "Mixed Salad many lost meanings screaming out.


Is it truly amazing the poetry I'm creating? Does JidosReality attack every thought you try hiding? 


I watch you standing there looking at your clock whilst it's ticking, you watch me over there paranoid at what I'm thinking.


Tick tock don't forget that time don't stop I think it confuses you trying to understand what my poetry is about. 


order a mixed salad the menu ain't as dull as you are.


JidosReality 14.5.15