Absent Minded
Another game (*writing class jerk)
from poem to poem
you might stumble upon games
of dancing around words or letters
you might wonder
what message
I'm hiding behind
my spelling mistakes
and missing letters
for the audience
to never
decipher because we are such prodigal children of god
stumped on one book that taught us nothing of how to live today
but i don't try to win those insects with honey
so one day you can rearrange my poems
in my hidden language alphabet and agendas of mind games
of the idiots I'm among who wouldn't play with me
top fade me away
so I've come up with an older game to play
the chain game
the connection of title waves
yes one title in my poem leads you to another masterpiece
so easy but that's the trick up soo many sleeves and now its copy written and belongs to me
and you do it soo horribly wrong
so unp[oeticly
so not strategic
i can see the sea
rocking the boat to and fro in the circled globe she holds in her hands
in the dim light but i cant remember what the psychic really truly looks into that she holds
but wait that's a clue
something i want you to read
so I c an string you along
to get you involved and intrigued
now I'm providing a free service
for all writers to write like me
somewhere in this glass big marble she sees visions
but I'm dancing around the obvious of what its really called
I'm using an allusion
a trick of writing to string you along
and she dressed like Halloween everyday with symbols and she can read your palm
but she peers into this sphere of power called something else
and in my poetry list and in most of my poems I've tried to string you along
but like stupid people many of you are way too dumb
forgive me father I have sinned
ill wash away this temper tantrum
another way
I'll delete this Revelation and rant another day
more poetical
a little bit more sane
when whatever medication I'm on
leads the blind date to sanity and we all do as i say
the king i am holds many interesting tangents for you to explore
but you care not to read this on line book of hundreds of pages
you'd rather shelter yourself from brigades and my tirade against how to prevent future wars
so I'll come up with another game
another poetic masterpiece a shorter sentimental intrigue but for now learn to spiral out
detective as i claim to be the leader of the only conversation with a mirror
and in this ball of glass the psychic of an absent minded poem I've left in a list for you to understand and read later will reveal
i see you in this thing I'm not mentioning because its a freak like i hear in the headphone
but they call it an allusion, welcome to writing class of different viewpoints and voices and target audiences and intellect,
hope you can understand i really love you, I'm just being creative
a bit jealous
another biblical story happening today that will never make a biblical page because the chapters have never been ongoing just hit a dead end and we don't learn anything from each other because we still are eternally youth-full and think we have everything figured out
but the show must go on
go ask big brother!
you might stumble upon games
of dancing around words or letters
you might wonder
what message
I'm hiding behind
my spelling mistakes
and missing letters
for the audience
to never
decipher because we are such prodigal children of god
stumped on one book that taught us nothing of how to live today
but i don't try to win those insects with honey
so one day you can rearrange my poems
in my hidden language alphabet and agendas of mind games
of the idiots I'm among who wouldn't play with me
top fade me away
so I've come up with an older game to play
the chain game
the connection of title waves
yes one title in my poem leads you to another masterpiece
so easy but that's the trick up soo many sleeves and now its copy written and belongs to me
and you do it soo horribly wrong
so unp[oeticly
so not strategic
i can see the sea
rocking the boat to and fro in the circled globe she holds in her hands
in the dim light but i cant remember what the psychic really truly looks into that she holds
but wait that's a clue
something i want you to read
so I c an string you along
to get you involved and intrigued
now I'm providing a free service
for all writers to write like me
somewhere in this glass big marble she sees visions
but I'm dancing around the obvious of what its really called
I'm using an allusion
a trick of writing to string you along
and she dressed like Halloween everyday with symbols and she can read your palm
but she peers into this sphere of power called something else
and in my poetry list and in most of my poems I've tried to string you along
but like stupid people many of you are way too dumb
forgive me father I have sinned
ill wash away this temper tantrum
another way
I'll delete this Revelation and rant another day
more poetical
a little bit more sane
when whatever medication I'm on
leads the blind date to sanity and we all do as i say
the king i am holds many interesting tangents for you to explore
but you care not to read this on line book of hundreds of pages
you'd rather shelter yourself from brigades and my tirade against how to prevent future wars
so I'll come up with another game
another poetic masterpiece a shorter sentimental intrigue but for now learn to spiral out
detective as i claim to be the leader of the only conversation with a mirror
and in this ball of glass the psychic of an absent minded poem I've left in a list for you to understand and read later will reveal
i see you in this thing I'm not mentioning because its a freak like i hear in the headphone
but they call it an allusion, welcome to writing class of different viewpoints and voices and target audiences and intellect,
hope you can understand i really love you, I'm just being creative
a bit jealous
another biblical story happening today that will never make a biblical page because the chapters have never been ongoing just hit a dead end and we don't learn anything from each other because we still are eternally youth-full and think we have everything figured out
but the show must go on
go ask big brother!
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Another game (*writing class jerk)
Another game (*writing class jerk)
