AND THE WORLD WILL BE BETTER FOR THIS
A dire quest now requires a friend to rescue a friend
To get deep enough into situations to risk awkward 
to be brave enough with no vacillation,  to go onward
To recognize delicacy, be armed with intricacy, reversing inaccuracy born of those who have come from before , yet still dive  straight into the maelstrom, with no detour designed , advice to heed warnings you quickly decline. Ready to bravely, plow through   shocked faces on enemies that think they have won
Yet you Realize that  this battle , this war, well it’s just begun. They should expect no pity under this ****** sun. This merciless story shall find them engaged  by an army of one , on a mission to rescue , before it’s too late before your best friend forever meets an ominous fate
You proceed with pure valor without question or pause, Windmills be ******, you’d March straight through holy hell for this heavenly cause
BOBBY O

SHE POINTED TO FOXES IN THE TREES
Except for the T-shirt with the bull’s-eye in the middle of the chest, she usually didn’t give me gifts, but I digress, Let’s do what’s best as these are  phrases of purpose proving that my streams of conscious fail , as  they fail to get me near, but this  soapbox is sincere

So though short  of certain clever, not now or never , Should I fear true  content , abandoning our love her planned intent. Love is An exotic condiment , with its fresh cut edge as nourishment. A Freestyle journey To stir our souls , Freedom within this creative domain must remain a sacred honest endeavor To  dilute cliche’, to strain mundane until the conversational melody is such that we need not explain.

We  could mold sophisticates into words that may somehow rebirth as lyrics. but we’ll go back to that another time, but first, why did I fear it? When I was in the forest that time, when she attempted a simple  rhyme , it did remind of that Spinner’s  song that’s upside down like howdy doody your clowns too , they’re all laughing at you and why were they even there and  didn’t say or stay in the middle of the road? I didn’t have no time to count the foxes hidden in the trees today and she didn’t have no time to be a decent person,  and the random gifts didn’t give me any lift.

That  was just her way of hinting that she was going away, like howdy do,  your clowns too? I don’t want them laughing at you. I don’t care if you’re on the side or in the ditch there’s no middle there’s no road when she left she left my mind on overload
Bobby O

GATHERING WONDER
A path unknown, a festive sojourn of wonder , this smile newly owned does possess guile to reach the top  from way down under
Common parlance sets the perfect cover as curious or desired surprise defines for most who render Wonder

I seek to reach exotic heights rare as a Black Swan viewed through absent glare of pitch black night
A measured pleasure of euphoric bliss
I would ten times run fire gauntlets of mythical risks
A Celestial Odyssey proving surely , it  exists
One more minute, one more smile my  dream of holding wonder ceaselessly persists
Bobby O

FINALLY WE SEE
Progress pushes around the bend when we seek truth and  when pretending ends
Success slips and dips  if the fear of change remains a stowaway
Pretense can then  command it’s sour presence and blurs any blueprint charted toward the healing progress we intend
Ego driven Men, whose Past  admittance of mistakes has never found its place
An Existence  without Density
Blind with pride  their shared propensity
This predilection points to man A battle stand and half of a plan
Testosterone leak inside the brain ? Consider instead , Women who have a plenty and ready brilliance claimed and place aside false pride and fame.
. A fair and humble pure agenda, powerfully joined by strengths conjoined , in spirit and in body and everyone alive. Let’s Decide that Women Should Lead  the Human Race, a double X guides our future bright and with
Lady Grace we all shall thrive.  With reward an Oval powered and led by she , but first a delicious to absorb dismantling they don’t yet see
For many , unwrapping this present will be satisfying.
Bobby O


HABITS THAT BUILD
This time,I wish this chapter was all about days of sun and fantasy ,
Not to escape but rather to put in place a plan that’s captures strategy
Cornering all things easy
ignoring catcalls meant to dare , to retrace  best steps like Fred Astaire  , to display exacting clarity. Discover and deliver rarity,
A plan to steer the many
Toward an honest spin on how to win , a successful plan for any.
Bobby O


MY HOKEY POKEY PLAN
When she opened that note,
my best hope was that just a little would go wrong
She’d read my poems But not my disguise
Scribbled lines, a message plagiarized , read like lyrics to a song, A Hokey Pokey of twisted limbs and all were in and they didn’t belong
Tuned to dials middle where the signal strength was strong , the white girls danced to bubble gum but I needed to hear a Smokey song
“More joy than time could ever  destroy” got me smiles , maybe a peck,  , wasn’t hard to guess what’s coming next.
Busted, that one in ten friend blended truth into her ear and , well, when cause was lost , that was very very clear. Some tears and jeers, guilt trips and fingers flipped
One would think that plan extinct
But I’d circle back and double down Next move employed Masterful Hijinks
“This is no fiction, this is no act”
Yeah that’s from Smokey I’d say
I’m was unable to communicate any other way. I knew you’d know and I’m anxious to come clean,
You are for me all that I’ve ever dreamed. Her smiled softened gladdened that I told her truth,
was this a glory day or proof of misspent youth?

LEFT TURN

Left turn, left turn 4 straight times,
I'm on an oval with no finish line.
Unanswered questions racing thru my mind, u drove away and took love's exit sign, and left me behind with left turn, left turn 4 more times.

No one goes thru life without making mistakes, You put your pride aside and face the trouble you make. When you hold someone's heart you hold life's highest stakes. Then you treat me like a pitstop, my emotions ain't fake.

Like the myth of Sisyphus and his uncompleatable task, love moved slowly up the mountain but fell real fast, now I'm caught in the Minataur's maze doomed to retrace the past, to escape the unescapable is all that i ask. Love once invincible, unbreakable, now shattered like glass.

Cuz these left turns are a bad design, let's take a right turn to the finish line. The only oval would  be a diamond with brilliant shine. We'd ride away together, and leave the Left Turns behind.

Bobby O

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