At noon I got an idea
or should I call it a aha experience
My name is Madam Anne,
but you can call me Anna
Wow, this is quite a challenge
Without a doubt, a sagas of the best quality
A high level ... like reaching a star
Anana, big like the full moon
Of course I deserve a top spot
Huh, the level is high, but I did, did I?
Damn I'm mad, you do not like my word game
I refer to paragaf four thousand subsection 5-65
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Categories:
subsection, word play, write,
Form: Verse
Apendix 5
subsection 4
3rd paragraph
2nd quadrant
read your contract
list of how its not working
so you can work things out
if this is man's will to do good
what are we here for but to work on this
what is the test
as good as it gets
focusing on
an attempt to fail
to stack the deck of our own fate
teach ourselves familiar succesfull patterns
reach out to learn the new things to broaden
expected challenges foreshadowed by everything being eventual
why does
everyday
have to be
my own worst nightmare
life in the gutter
no escape as easy as disturbing as the soul's misery
kept back for ages
the grudge
man's will to do good
read your contract
subsection 2
fourth index
3rd paragraph
desribe this to me and live through me vicariously
Categories:
subsection, history, visionarywork, me, work,
Form: Free verse
lets talk about my stolen empire
the empire of the obsessive compulsive
the song the dance
the case against the world
you, the hired: to sing, and act the perfect routine to remind me
what my lines are,
to my case
of such bizarre situational ironies...
Lets talk about foreshadowing of subsection 3 paragraph four
index 13 section three third word highlighted
the constant reminderrs of what is wrong in my life
and how to achieve what is right for me
the floor at my feet
and wich direction do i take
the song, the dance, the act...
and all on display for me to take my stand, for the wills that have been taken away,
you remind me in your own way.
the obsessive compulsive being i am,
the where you are, for the reason you be,
and the place i stand rolling over unaware.
skippy
like a limosine driver
care to my needs
make sure everything is a flower to their lover
and dandy as the deeds we forceed
never devour upon the hour the necisary incessant needs
but forever need to surrender to the clover
or the flower
the crossroads of the cross and thoprns
of every angels wings
Categories:
subsection, visionaryme,
Form: Free verse