From time to time I feel low,
Low in self-esteem, low-keyed,
lowest man on the totem pole,
I have acrophobia, I often
descent to a lower level…
The higher I aspire
The lower I fall.
Life mostly lowball me
as such, my spirit keeps a low morale.
Maybe I come across as
a low bred and lowbrow person.
Conspired by my stars and the moon
My sea always rests at a low tide.
Shell-shocked by my low-minded destiny,
My fate and I must have
a high level showdown soon;
In the meantime,
I'll keep a low profile.
Be that as it may,
My soul is not doomed to wander
in the netherworld forever,
I am the patron of high hopes,
high cholesterol, high blood pressure,
and high sugar level.
I am also a high-strung person,
But, thankfully not of any highfalutin jargon.
Shy of highways, I frequent
the by lanes and side streets.
After the high-handed takeover by Time,
I live a high-pressured life.
Methinks, now is the high time
to lay down the highlights of my life.
From the descent and ascent of life,
this I have learned:
Not to gaze so high as ambition,
And to look no lower than despair.
Sheba McFee had an exotic name and elaborate hair.
She had high-handed ways, a marvelous stance, and a dead-killer-stare.
Ebony dress and rhinestone eyelashes would have looked silly on me.
They looked marvelous on this exotic creature, Sheba McFee.
Alabaster annoyance
Blatantly breathes bulbous brightness
Cadaverous comedy caring
Daintily during delicate delivery
Exciting elderly enigma.
Furious fiery feeler
Gregariously greets
High-handed hustler
Ignoring imaginative immediates
Jauntily jeering judiciously.
Kangaroo kisses kibitzes
Leaving luxurious loners
Merrily masticating mincemeat.
Never-do-wells needing knowledge
Ostentatiously officiate on orange orangutans.
Precariously polite Pomeranians
Quietly quiz querulous quoters
Reposing rapidly ruining
Still sassy strenuous strikers
Turning toward Tuesday tournaments.
Understandably unprecedented underlings
Vindicate vicious vagrants
While wishing waxy widows would
‘xpect ‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtras.
Youngish yellow yowls yipping
Zipping zany zebras’ zealous zero zone.
Acing awesome atomic axel jumps
Baffling backflips and butterfly jumps
Completing camel spins and cross strokes
Dance jumps, dance lifts and death spirals
Eclipsing extensions and edge jumping
Fearless heights for fan spirals and flying spins
Gracefully gliding across galactic ice
High-handed hydroblading holiday headliners
Icebreaking intensity involving idealistic idols
Jagged jump jabbing combos and sequences
Kicking back killer knockout maneuvers
Landing leg wraps and laudable lasso lifts
Music momentum for mirror skating moves
Negotiating nifty new nimble numbers
Orchestrating an opening outrageous act
Performing in front of passionate patrons
Quantum quality quadruple jumps
Rehearsed till radically racy and riveting
Striving for split jumps and split twists spread eagle
Traveling toe step and throw loop and triple flips
Winter gymnastics on ice eagerly awaited year to year
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Even if the road ahead is difficult
Even if I have to give something up
Push forward
Unnoticed light accompaning us
What's your price? Abandon faith.
Will you give up? Abandon certainty
Navigating the godless twilight world
Full of indelible circumstances
Is it destiny or is it choice?
Pursued by senseless vanities and meaningless hatreds
Would you point the gun? Would you pull the trigger?
A bridge to no place.
Everyone always pastes on an unhappy face
Because..."I want it" "I need it" "I love you"
Do you love me? It hardly matters
Chasing a high-handed ideal
Guided by the stolen light
Are you blind or are you a fool
who needs someone to hold you tight?
The moment the road appeared the cogs began to turn
Illuminated by rusted light, nothing can be stopped!
There's no guidepost to my destination
The gun is empty! Everything is a selfish mirage
Stalked by seasons and the wailing of the broken clock
At the end, it will be...
The girl shouted for joy in the middle of the velvet full moon.
The little dog barked twice interrupting the high-handed act of argument.
How many words will describe the perfect purification as we proceed to knavery?
"I must run to her before it is too late"my heart was singing repeatedly.
I relapsed when i saw her acting in the theatre of sobs,in front of thousand pearls.
I blessed all this time i was struggling,tried to bring myself to life.
How many times i had to apologize when her majesty sparkled into the dark?
I tried the e4 move once to estrange the defense of her black pieces.
The girl started to cry as the final stroke with a brush blinded the canvas again.
She saw her long golden hair dancing among the colors of omnipotence.
How many architects may manufacture the texture of her smile?
She wrapped me up with her wet deep eyes,burned me with her mind.
"I have to tell you girl, that my best friend is naphthalene."
"Ssssss....My name is Friendemy.Don't worry.Be my best friend not my best
enemy".
Suddenly the girl disappeared and i alone face the discouragement.
Today,tomorrow and the day after.
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