Letters For People Part 8
Dear people,
Worthless, it. Certain, is…
To Encouraged services that offer the nervous sure assurances-
to sure help self serve self worth with a sense of self-deservedness. Welp!
Worthless, it. Certain, is.
In tune with the not even the scratching of its surfaces, “Straight circling it,”
Once stole from it's inner workings,
a role in a hole in the middle of the whole universe…is....
Strong hold of a riddle in verse, -a blessed curse it is...
Weird words tumble out self serving lips, burst... bubbles. Trouble To fiddle, Belittle, to playfully hurt. Whittle a little heart full of wonder at what's heard, out what’s said, in and around adjacent heads, considering in each middle, break bread, on said level. concerning that the lower the level, the lower the rations. Calculate too late the worth of the yearning will never equate to its weight and translate into earnings. Over complicate the simple ed up ’its-got us concerning over food, medicine, what were absorbing and teaching and learning...
Learn from what-we're- ... Observing: ??
Observing massive information Burning ! Returning.
Out of The dirt. Da dirt’s Surface...(a sure face)
Hands long for arms to lurch along with to hold on with longer. So Search. First.
But can’t search for much longer For what’s certainly a goner and I'm sure that it hurts.
All removed now to move to improve how, on this earth as we move cross its girth round. Somehow!
In a movement of movements to improve on improvements though still unproven through all this confusion that this elaborate illusion, consumes us, adjust attitudes just to confuse much, soon just a dude losing a clutch on the trust to what’s staying in touch to
WhAt's dust in this room. 0h, How do we lust for the mood...
must allude to confusion in the conclusion to, after it all, we all came across as the rude ones!!
Looking back now at a-sounding-slightly-insulting-Consult, resulting in at least 2 of you to be too soon...confused catching a ‘tude. unexpectedly dissecting mentally their own delusions too Pump Fear in other people’s ear holes, till seared whole, terrible to tear holes add additional contusions -
from the truth anvil, get into all accounts and cancel the dance, up life more than most evil can or ever could come remotely closely to beginning to learn how to handle...
say the facts of life are wax and the standard tax is the flame melting it down to the handle,
dwindling is the time.
-People, precious, you are the candles.
Copyright © Matt Godek | Year Posted 2019
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