Days then, were they longer?
Minds then loftier?
Speculating, on whose time's need
Could but have raised this!
Divine, that which lights up
For awe our faces.
Believer's and unbeliever's!
That mercifully
Passing, as it does, and plainly
Through God's own Earth-life.
Glass page on colourful glass page.
Fades not to dismiss.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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 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
"
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.
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.
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
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.
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