A Lotta People
Love The Moon
Their Way
Or Otherwise, Even...
I Wasn't Competing!
You Lunatics!
They Never Get It,
Though...
And This Just
Makes Them
More Determined.
Try NOT. Un-Score...
Or Whatever.
No.
Can I Still Have Fun,
Even Enjoy It?
"No Competition."
Spectation.
-Gray Squirrel
The jungle veld
The veld was thick with grass
Burnt grass charcoal black
Shining black like gates of hell
Ashen clouds were fleeting the sky
Spraying tiny sobs of snow flakes
The wind whistling a chilling sonnet
The horizon a Gothic potrait
Twin ranges conspicuous to my blared vision
Shine and barren like dwala ridges
A stick riverlet forcing its self between
Overtly begging for a divine cleansing in time
To quicken the flows and the floods
Thuding through the perilous interlocking caverns
A torid stream of desire booming from within
Spectation would be a noble act
From such a vintage of contemplation,
What would you choose nobility or Valor?
The jungle is for the audacious
But going there with naivety
is for the mobid hearts
Bravery pairs with thoughts
I took my gum boots, my overcoat, my rainsuit
And hit the jungle
It might be worth of exploring
Beau’s beautiful belle is in the optically ocular ophthalmics of the spectator’s spectacle spectation
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