May 10, 2024

I listen to the sounds of ones instant

gratification, for each moment a jewel 

to take in and enjoy letting it pass

without defeat for ones beginnings, is

one ends, each movement you make

creates a new sense of space, what

we are is never spoken, we have studies

of our physical nature defining our

presence as another human being

unaware of your place amongst the

criminal junction as we applaud the

diversity of ones loss as each creature

builds a fortress with others hard 

earned money, what we demand is

respect of ones position as we posture

with a dynamic grin for nothing remains,

no matter how hard one demands

stagnation of accumulation for no-one

can begin to project our present

dilemma for how does one see and feel

this reality constantly in flux as if

waiting for one to make a unique

representation of a boy demanding

tricks as the clowns rejoice in their

made-up costumes each knowing

that what is real is a projection of

our inner reality finally turning outward

with a means of shifting our future to

blossom as you become one of insights

and one of hope all will be pardoned