E - First Part of Expense Series

E is the beginning of EXPENSE, the acrostic series....... Expensive…Imagination caught my eye…I couldn’t afford losing you badly, even if you’re worth is worth a pair of decent-looking shoes, but what are really made of in the inside? Slip your feet inside my shoes for one moment in your life…for all my life, I was left with a mystery with absolutely no clues…do I have to find my way out of my solitary dorm? The ghosts are jeering at me and intimidating me again and again and again and again… scaring me out of my boots! No one gives any hoots! Untangle me from the comforting shell of fatality – a story let to tell! You’re only a phony fool, in other words, a worthless, inadequate tool! I’m climbing the Mountain of Gracious Glory, gaining back my alienated ambition – I know where the wicked wind flows – it flows in the land of milk and honey…it sweeps something grand into my brain and seeps inside of my wobbly body altogether…it marinates in my brain signals and I receive thoughts of endless sensations and luminous notions! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! My noggin is runnin’ wild in circles and my mind is whirling like a seething storm that’s body-quaking me…controlling me like a steel-made robot…these particular pangs of regrets makes my guilty conscience overflow with low self-esteem and anguish…lamentation has fallen upon us all! We all must stand tall…remember to brave & hop over our obstacles optimistically and assertively like a horse during his training for the biggest race he has ever trampled into! Do you have any clue what I’ve been through? My notions that are spinning around in my brain is like the vegetables, water & the spices, mixing well & swell into a stew, restoring peace to my verse…Is my life a gift or a curse? Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! I’m climbing the Mountain of Gracious Glory, gaining back my alienated ambition – I know where the wicked wind flows – it flows in the land of milk and honey…that’s where you and I will flee!