To understand is Vladimir
That he might lives mar
And when it gets to shooting
I shall be shouting “Putin!”
Tactlessly commencing a conflict
That would injuries inflict
And as tactlessly amassing a train
Of soldiers who are dead to pain.
Wonderful is The Brain:
A time to use it by Ukraine;
Where’s the Canaan in Crimea
That to other land makes it creamier?
At the door John F. Kennedy knocks,
When negotiation another blocks.
Categories:
tactlessly, anger, death, violence, war,
Form: Rhyme
There is life born to live
Life limited to a given timeline to execute
Evolution only promotes new things to believe
Do we even care to question it’s root?
With good times becoming harder to come by
How bad times only becomes easier to see
Ourselves are making it harder to live a lie
Because the truth... is not everyone can afford to be
The rich always have expectancy
The poor only can do what they can
The average can’t figure their frequency
Can you not see how our cooperations will extend?
Not only is the world becoming more selfish
It’s everyone who now thinks they all know better
I don’t even know who is real or not to abolish
When even trying to be genuine self is so hard on a silver platter
I really can’t say enough how much of this modern world I hate
And I say it with a conviction I genuinely feel
We all share this world now we con-tactlessly relate
How real is life when living life is so hard to be real...
Categories:
tactlessly, life, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
The stupid are wisest in a matter
beyond the knowledge of all. Easily
their faults become diamond rings-tactlessly
they speak; with no intention to shatter
glass hearts, repaired by the non stop chatter
about its so called perfection. Blindly
she looks past me, longing to helplessly
place her head on its gold plated platter.
No matter- for I, the supposed wise
one will continually wait for her.
Un-phased, un-deterred, with a hope
that she may, one day, see through its disguise.
The dust of angels is a sure killer,
because of my love, she ties both our ropes.
Categories:
tactlessly, longing,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Monday madness mauled my meandering melancholy mind
Tuesday tinkered tactlessly through tainted thoughtless taunts
Wednesday went without wonderful words whispered willingly
Thursday tempting taunting the tigresses to truant
Friday frivolously featured fruitful freaky fun frolics
Saturday simmered signifying sumptuous sultry spectacular scenes
Sunday slow slovenly siesta singing sunny songs
Categories:
tactlessly, life,
Form: I do not know?