god forbid
some people
cried and some
people sighed how
but not just how but why
am i
it seems
delinquent
or delinquently
casting out my son
to a world
where weird
faults are found
in every thing even
how your child thinks
where
where were
where were the
parents parentally
think
about
changes that
may have come
from chicken Mc
Nuggets
to Chick-fil-
A or processed
patties that can
but not pass the FDA
i
i am
proud
to say that
my son is free range
We swim in oceans of the word, voices felt and echoes heard
Sometimes with a baneful blurred within the silence slurred
When the heavens parentally pour, words of love start to soar
Reaching hearts to the core, waiting to set sail before the shore
Only our words will penetrate, building worlds as they create
Enchanting eyes as they dilate lifting sorrows for they elevate
Like a hammer they can fall, banging bottom they shall crawl
And as they carry a heavy hall, they spread and sadly sprawl
For my words will live forever and the solitudes they will sever
Thru my love, they will endeavor and land on your lips wherever
I am a man of my wholesome word, never shaken never stirred
My words of love transferred, along the harmonious hummingbird.
March.11.2019
The Book Worm
Sponsored by:
Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 7'th...Thank You
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Morning's stardust gravitational glue.
Protect your planet like a soothing blanket.
Since your creation,it's your insulation.
Deflects radiation,stellar penetration.
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Your morning's mirage seen by few.
Parentally divine violent thin blue line.
Living shield,your earths force field.
Molecular creation,prevents devastation.
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Kaleidoscopic gases torn in two.
Artists eisels clash, a fiery flash.
Your naked moon stripped bare and battered.
Enviously staring,my surface shattered.
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Your beautiful planet will be gone too soon.
Lifelessly evolving just like your moon.
Soon our good Lord will be in mourning.
But today i'll enjoy your beautiful morning
Searching for an Idol with a fistful of hurt
Seems things took a twist for the worst
Outcast, all alone
Destructional path, relaxed in awe
The only image shown
I could imagine the life of an orphan
An adolescent homeless
Crooked cops, drug dealers, subject to individuals
Living above the law in a chrome fest
Grant me peace
Smile for your deceased
Whether I live to starve
Or fall before the realigning of my stars
Being stolen parentally pampered my days
Jealousy seems to have tampered with my ways
Buried like a Roman
Below the marshes with the lower men
A hopeless intuition
Those who envy me
Only fear their own suspicions
Granting me a failing mission
In ladder days
Is my presence worth missing
Grant me peace
Smile for your deceased