Untitled 02-09-2024

Bell rang decades ago, Still.... Still as the water before the dis, Stuck in a fantasy Of what really is, Lost in my sanity, Still losing grip, Of ingrown agony, But happily, It dismantled this.... It being I, Ignoring hints, I'm blind, To time, Remembering hits, I tied, To subtly brisk, My mind, All wasn't destiny, This test you see, We lied, Failed, One another, Pictures fading, "System" hating, Now fingers point to I, Responsibilities accepted, Unlike trust, Will never be rejected, but Just like lust, Synonym for ****, Will always be protected, The feelings we projected, Lasted longer through ejection, (Re-read, And tell me your perception) Interludes become perfected, But skipping stones, Won't play the cards we're dealt with, Really hope you felt it, That pause, No interception, Because, Acceptance, Has slept in. .... That part.. That unspoken bond I used to fond, Beyond, Any doubt, Even through separation, Sensations racing, Till there was non, Profit, To pocket, Love changed, Yet perfectly fitted To a lock-it, As if there was option, To cease our conscience, Triggered by stimulated doctrine, ..  .... Aric K Brandon Jr.