once the target of advertisement, now the targeting advert machine that pausing live t.v. created, with the internet... once ready for being branded, now asked to brand, to be the grey matter and ***** work pamphleteer, as if for the solidarity movement... no, the advert's inverted device, ushered on by the hope for endorsements giving Libra the universal answer to the antagonism of imperial and metric measurements having found a twin-usage solution akin to Israel and Palestine.*

https://goo.gl/TNDAab,
some want this, some want that...
and some want to commit to suicide,
only because you wrote poetry
and left desperation for most of us
having the sole consolidation
evacuating us from practice -
the art part-time, art in your spare-time,
art on the sly, art that's no art,
no expansion of vocabulary -
some want this, some want that,
and some want to commit suicide
only because you engaged with poetry
and discovered poetry was the use
of rhyme as painting would be
should the colour blue be used -
what a shame.

I resist the restraint
That society creates
I see people paint
Outside of lines
Outside of times.

Individuals invested in impromptu
To distinguish themselves old from new
To let out a little light for those with a dimmed view
Just to give chance to dreams and hopes people pursue.
We all face challenges and blockades we have to go through
It's part of being human.
I'm a human, and you are too,

You made me happy,
Even just for a short while,
For once, I felt loved.

One should know how to understand

His own senses

The nature around him

They always try to communicate

We with ignorance not able to interpret.

Oh boy one day you will get it