The Profiler
I ponder within my mind in kind like the image that I have envisaged A little forethought is need to picture the mind to know the hearing, seeing, smelling of another in the back of this, Somewhere there is another thought process working subconsciously to process what is being perceived is reality or fantasy liken to the beating with its pause raising one's inner eyebrow subliminally is there death between heart beats Seeing is believing and ears hearing within the temple's eyeball faith come by hearing, hearing by the word of God A lash to the nape an earlobe for the wise one takes time to smell the neck not stiff blood flowing down to be precise on the nose hair standing on end Love and hate shootout like cupid’s bow moving forward it is not a stiff upper but a kiss upon the lips as a sweet taste upon the tongue one must savor within and as the deep utterings come let flow like leading by one’s chin another’s side the view maybe well rounded coming to a point about the pulse there was no fear between your heart beats so if you know the truth even the sideways looks and all judgmental glances do not choke the rattle from another’s sore throat do to others as you would have them do unto you and help others remove burdens that weigh down shoulders
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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