wait...
these are the times
when the outside is lined with pseudo sarcastical rhymes
sending grinding vibes of binding crime into non criminal minds
with winding cliff sides with clean records that die
when men move forward they never ask why
slide up vertical and cross the horizontal divide
pride, these men will always hide...
with their scraped knees
they only march under sick trees,
slipping deeper through the ugly canopies
they leave their minds to wander
this the sum of their good deeds?
un-stitched seams open the mind to reality--
only two days can change a man's mentality
neutrality sets in and begins the stage of awkward gestures
pestering the thoughts and molesting all the guess work
God calls out!
“attention all petitions, lower your fists, and please unclench them
your time's not up and I will not forgo your pension”
man cries up toward the ceiling believing god and prays for healing
feeling so mundane when man's sanity pleas for strain
blame the man and make a mane of dirty hairs
send paradoxical signal flares
vacuum out all holy air time stops and now he's there
no..
fall out only hurts when man runs circles round dirty squares
Categories:
sarcastical, men,
Form: Free verse