"footsy" poems
If supposed possibilities impose impositions that transition into probabilities that break boundaries of inequities ...would you stand moved...
If life's low blows could be diluted through finely crafted bitter yet mentally delectable drinks ...would that flood our minds drowning us instead of our worries...
If the oh-so rhythmically bewitching drum based tunes we gyrate to dancing in entrancement...oh the escape...enchantment
Would we loose footing playing "footsy" around the truth of how we got there and find ourselves lost when the music stops...?
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
If supposed possibilities impose impositions that transition into probabilities that break boundaries of inequities ...would you stand moved...
If life's low blows could be diluted through finely crafted bitter yet mentally delectable drinks ...would that flood our minds drowning us instead of our worries...
If the oh-so rhythmically bewitching drum based and synthesized tunes we gyrate to ,dancing in entrancement...the escape being oh-so pleasurable...enchanting the the torn heart(soul)
Would we loose footing playing "footsy" around the truth of how we got there and find ourselves lost...
when the music stops.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC