Targets

  Shine bright like a diamond, like that dude who killed the kid who called him an NPC, does a question echo, and is a man ready to make his mark, and when humanity called, he raised his hand to defend us, dead kid though, true homie, how terrible, when the cookie crumbles…

  Basics

  Does your ego hurt, is it hungry, does it need to be satiated, to climb on top something, and say you’re above it, in this case, you may be interested to know, that poetry is medicine,

  Climb higher and higher,

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  Unlock all the words,

  Decoding puzzles,

  Led by humanity,

  Your compass,

  How does truth echo,

  In the vast universe,

  What does your mother think,

  Of the colour yellow,

  The world, how does that echo…

  Putting on my dancing shoes

  The room trembles, as a poet’s pen touches the paper,

  Echoes of fulfillment and satisfaction,

  Ghosts and spirits,

  Ready to be appeased,

  What is outside,

  What did you let in,

  Is it active and does it follow the intention,

  What a singer tries to say,

  Understand a little more each day,

  My bet, echoes of silk and loveliness,

  But in a world with unsolvable problems,

  Where hell still exists in the depths,

  Seeds have sprouted,

  They race upstream,

  To get a motel room,

  For a carp to fly over the dragon’s gate,

  Climb on top,

  Whispering, I own this,

  Safety words,

  Is freedom for everyone,

  Or is that just anyone with disposable income,

  Poet and his whimsy,

  In the depths of the summer,

  Smoke and fire,

  Waiting for spirits to fill his cup…