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Rumors

Rumors can be fascinating,
hearing about others speculating,
wondering what is percolating
seemingly out of the blue.

I always find it fascinating
and, to be honest, kinda hair-raising,
to hear things about myself
that I know are just not true.

Reminded Myself

I reminded myself in an unusual way,
While standing in a rain of a watery display,
Soaking in my new town's local splash park,
Remembering how I needn't be in the dark.

I let the risen structuredly flowing fountain
Grant me a liquified sense of liberation
As I basked beneath a cloudy sunlit sky,
Promising myself to never again deeply cry.

I reminded myself on this very special day,
From now on everything'll be more okay.
I embraced all my parts of that were hurting,
As I began speculating every new beginning.

I smiled fondly about who I am becoming,
As I close the chapters for every ending.
I danced in the upwardly cascading rains,
As I silently renounced away all of my pains.

Vision of my mind

Far above the reaches of my mind
A mystery enslaves my thoughts
Entitling a Spector Visual Spectrum (SVS)
Scoping all enterprises of my mind
Enslaving a rainbow arc
Captures in visual power
Catching the historical recesses
Memorable times of speculating
Reaches the final the cranium sought
Still trying to catch up what's taught
My mind settles on the present
recycling and referring to the past
Imagining what flew back
Subtly remembering it at last
Still centered on Rainbow Vision of my mind.

western fronts

hip hop grief

no code enforcement, she loud inside the outs of krogers
calling in her blame,, ,5,0, silent trooper, undered the statey
husband codes like adam smith gettin babs seat


Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume

“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great

This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors

the irish butler

Momentum on the Streets p=mv   profit=momentum*volume

“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great

This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors

Seeking a light

Seeking a light 

Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey
Feet ponder in the reservoirs  of rain 
Gazes search the blue line for wavering light 

Frosty strangers stole their light 
Branches of sanity lost in palls of grey 
Running away from the pain in the rain 

Nobody hears their cries but the rain  
Searching for hope from darkness light 
Speculating why they stand in the grey

Lost in the grey rain seeking unique light.

A Temporary Miracle

Why do we waste so much time,
Speculating on life after death?
Life is going on all around us,
And will continue beyond our days.

Each step we take moves us closer,
To the last step we'll ever take.
The time is now to slow your stride,
And take in this temporary miracle.

Feeling Good and Feeling Free

feeling good and feeling free
you are changing your clothes in front of me
you love it when i am happily speculating
i love it when you are intentionally hesitating
i treasure the taste of you
no color is a waste on you
the smell of your body is perfect
would you rather me gently lick it or aggressively slurp it

feeling good and feeling free
you remain fully naked in front of me
our conversation smiles with satisfying softness
we are celebrating twelve years of continuously moving forward off mess
the smoothness of your skin eases my mind
a laid back woman like you is so hard to find
with you there is no world and all i think about is unwinding
what comes after is the most euphoric feeling via your unique style of grinding

Because I Choose Freedom

Imprisoned 

They robbed me of time, 
controlled me by their lenses 
censored my opinions
took my rights away 

mere men speculating

ignorant kings from central casting 
spoke for simpleton from the   Labs 
convincing me of “Experimental” concoction
for which i must not sue.


They Robbed me of time, 
shamming me for my choice 
Taunting me with divisive tags 
unvaxx unfit to live 

They shut me in like a prisoner 
Because i chose freedom
deny my right to move and travel 


to gain control of my body 
These experiment has  failed 
Yet they do not care,
Pharmaceutical toying with life 
and Ignorant Dictators colluding 

These Fascist 
rode on our collective serendipity
Turned dictators    
barring us like a plaque 
 
discriminated 
restricted
Denied 
Abused 
deprived 
Banned  
denigrated 
Shamed 
Coerced
Because i chose freedom

Anything

anything could happen today
              i mull and sift through
                     likely possibilities
                  rule out the unlikely
settle upon the most reasonable

as usual I walk
take a longer route
still pondering 
how the day will unfold

unaware
of the passage of time
the day slips into afternoon

I am still speculating
planning eventualities
working out how to manage
the coming hours

time slips by unnoticed

it is evening
still anything is possible
anything could still surprise
take me unawares

I am yet more vigilant
watching for something

night falls
i ponder the endless possibilities

the odds of anything happening
tomorrow

Rut

"
A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.

Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.

Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.

Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.

Sentinel's Watch

He wouldn’t give me the time of day
if his watch was on fire –
the one I’d started running for.

I’d go seriatim on the trail
while speculating about
traversing more
uneven terrain still
just to catch a glimpse of him.

Anyway…

Once I settled
into a pace he faded
from my line of sight.

Lacking in sight, a little lost, 
I pushed farther
than I’d gone before;
then the course took
a sharp turn.
 
The same old scene
gave way
to a novel panorama:

Things might be looking up!

The horizon smudged at first,
my vision foggy
with expectation.

How can you appreciate
the senselessness?

It took a spell to
feel your presence.

I looked again.

You were clear this time.
Delineated –
offering water in the rain:
Redundant
with comfort.

The rest
then faded from view.

The one I started running for
unworthy of a first
much less
a second
backward glance.

If his watch were on fire
then I guess time flies?

I see it now:
Still advances 
need not burn.

The Reason

Reading it
Mesmerised by it
Leaves me speechless
The scarcity of it

Time is imperative
Seeking is essential 
Routine is outdated
Receiving is strategized

Knowing it
Speculating about it
Leaves me honoured
It is priceless

Speculating

Speculating
Written: by Tom Wright
7/18/2019

Occasionally, I’m found sitting, to reminisce,
About bygone matters to which I can relate.
Some thoughts that come I quickly dismiss,
While others, my psyche, will seriously debate.

But whatever, these thoughts are mine,
And until revealed will so remain. 
Those days long past for which I pine,
Have sung their song, there’s no refrain.

Always As One

Always As One
Written: by Tom Wright
12-17-2014

As one, we’ve felt the warmth of spring,
And endured the summer’s heat together;
We faced each day and what it would bring,
Unaware of storms we’d someday weather.

Then came fall and flame became a flicker,
But the vows we once made were held true.
Our time now appears to hasten by quicker,
And days are full of mundane things to do.

Then, approaching was the winter of our span,
The last hurrah before our year would end.
Despite shortcomings we’ve followed God’s plan,
And together, we now make plans to ascend.

I ruminate now on where the excitement went,
Because old age has now purloined this too;
Just memories remain of once great times spent,
While our years conjointly continue to accrue;

Now with memory lapsing and health declining,
And doctor visits becoming more than a few.
In hushed morning hours once more I sit pining,
While speculating, what today, might go askew.

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