Absent Minded
Spotlight Mystery
Remember the petition
me calling a circle of poets a cult
and everyones knickers in a twist?
does anyone remember who that was i pointed at?
does anyone know why?
did it make anyone think?
and here i am with Nana5 my guardian Angel and all of her motherly advice
of her particular walk of life
My fan of my prose and thoughts
the heartunes who has heard my tears and stood up for me here and there
in my guestbook and in her pages
such things she has made me think
and all i know is the Angels seem soo far away
but i know we're closer than we think
for the candy she is tell sme of the tricks
of how she has been treated
and how to not fall for such precious fallacies of whispered nothings
from someones lips into my ears
for she has experienced many things
and always there for me
and yet another walk of life
Black plethora I wove to you
does not care to host the party, but youd be fooled to not be amused
and have me blackmail you
but have me in the end pay the price
no verbal agreement necisarry
I'll tell everyone that val is a great artist
anyone who disagrees a fool
for the words of creativity of abstract absurd and profound words
that humbles me in my pity party
we know better than to feel threatened or to compete
but help eachother out in our poetic goals and needs
The fire inside and his publishing advice inside this glasshouse
and the photoalbulm of thoughts
its exactly what it sounds
he can paint with words take a picture of something
and describe it to the blind
and they will see
just how to get your pictures to work beside your poetry
so you have a new form of expression to go with your form of expression
and they do it seperately
but forever in my memory together
its as if they work as a team
Abby writes as if she knows me and we've never met
how she inspires my disgruntled responses
and innocent jokes about thesauruses i cant be bothered to read
Daniel the man whose poems are short and sweat
the verses long like songs that my head repeats for days in the streets
An electric angel and a nonexistant crime scene
all the things thats happened to her
and how i am to blame and the mystery i no longer have to live
the closure i now have
and the friends we are and the trials of helping come up with ways out of writers block
is not just a game for her stanzas and verse lift veils off my eyes and ground me
in many profound and incredible ways
Like she writes the prose of passion that does not force the horse
to guzzle swamp water because the saviour says we must carry on
he is humble and funny and knows skmiles are needed in this abys of misery we write and pine through
looking for joy
and he will be there in this misery a soldier of salvation telling you to look up wether its at the saviour or a smile or the love of you rlife
or the good things and think things are better than they seem noww arenbt they
And Deanna and I have been dead inside but share a secret
well an inside joke in our critiquing style perhaps
a joke that maybe the wizard of MZ might one day tell
its like we are on the same sort of fairytale
i know how to talk the talk
and everyone gets it
you all just cover it up and cover your tracks and sway from side to side
in your metaphors and illiteration in something to say to everybody
as artistic and beautifull this lifelong writing journey ios going to be
we know once we start what we have started we will never stop and now that we know eachother we'rew not going away
and that makes us all a little dead inside that we cant be together
and the Angels we are to eachother are soo far away
and this is the way we come together to inspire eachother learn and love and play
So I'm given2dahate
and I'm his biggest fan
i like to tell him what i think his words mean
and he tells me he hopes he can wrap himself around certain topics so he can finish his project
soo much thought he puts into his works
and not many people seem to relate to his object that he craves
but i know hes not alone
and what he represents to me
the darkness i try to hold yet want to betray
the love he speaks but you need to find
and when his prose stings you with the love he holds
the tears you will find of the beauty and pain
All the rest
the first the worst
the wretched the best
different walks of life
and here we slide to see
the fire inside spotlights all the different published authors
and blackplethora has his own obsession of who he chooses to announce on his page
in this headless blunder
Prose of passion just may be a hub of spiritual men and women
and here i am trying to wiggle my way in the centre of something
but for now let that be my mystery
and me and Deb can go back to that petition other people sent
and laugh
and think thats as good as it gets of stirring the pot
laugh like supervillians
and me and someone else can cackle like witches for pulling it off
I'm always up to something
and now im working on another spotlight mystery
thank you for taking part
inspiration of a ntion you are
a great big hiding place
Oh by the way im the token gay guy
love life and peace please
while i listen to all this music talking about equality
let the revolution begin
the power of words
the nonexistant crime scene
the art of your language
the history you are making
the dreams of ours we might one day be visiting
so strap in and lets take thgis world for a ride!!!
spotlight mystery
whose pulling what strings?
me calling a circle of poets a cult
and everyones knickers in a twist?
does anyone remember who that was i pointed at?
does anyone know why?
did it make anyone think?
and here i am with Nana5 my guardian Angel and all of her motherly advice
of her particular walk of life
My fan of my prose and thoughts
the heartunes who has heard my tears and stood up for me here and there
in my guestbook and in her pages
such things she has made me think
and all i know is the Angels seem soo far away
but i know we're closer than we think
for the candy she is tell sme of the tricks
of how she has been treated
and how to not fall for such precious fallacies of whispered nothings
from someones lips into my ears
for she has experienced many things
and always there for me
and yet another walk of life
Black plethora I wove to you
does not care to host the party, but youd be fooled to not be amused
and have me blackmail you
but have me in the end pay the price
no verbal agreement necisarry
I'll tell everyone that val is a great artist
anyone who disagrees a fool
for the words of creativity of abstract absurd and profound words
that humbles me in my pity party
we know better than to feel threatened or to compete
but help eachother out in our poetic goals and needs
The fire inside and his publishing advice inside this glasshouse
and the photoalbulm of thoughts
its exactly what it sounds
he can paint with words take a picture of something
and describe it to the blind
and they will see
just how to get your pictures to work beside your poetry
so you have a new form of expression to go with your form of expression
and they do it seperately
but forever in my memory together
its as if they work as a team
Abby writes as if she knows me and we've never met
how she inspires my disgruntled responses
and innocent jokes about thesauruses i cant be bothered to read
Daniel the man whose poems are short and sweat
the verses long like songs that my head repeats for days in the streets
An electric angel and a nonexistant crime scene
all the things thats happened to her
and how i am to blame and the mystery i no longer have to live
the closure i now have
and the friends we are and the trials of helping come up with ways out of writers block
is not just a game for her stanzas and verse lift veils off my eyes and ground me
in many profound and incredible ways
Like she writes the prose of passion that does not force the horse
to guzzle swamp water because the saviour says we must carry on
he is humble and funny and knows skmiles are needed in this abys of misery we write and pine through
looking for joy
and he will be there in this misery a soldier of salvation telling you to look up wether its at the saviour or a smile or the love of you rlife
or the good things and think things are better than they seem noww arenbt they
And Deanna and I have been dead inside but share a secret
well an inside joke in our critiquing style perhaps
a joke that maybe the wizard of MZ might one day tell
its like we are on the same sort of fairytale
i know how to talk the talk
and everyone gets it
you all just cover it up and cover your tracks and sway from side to side
in your metaphors and illiteration in something to say to everybody
as artistic and beautifull this lifelong writing journey ios going to be
we know once we start what we have started we will never stop and now that we know eachother we'rew not going away
and that makes us all a little dead inside that we cant be together
and the Angels we are to eachother are soo far away
and this is the way we come together to inspire eachother learn and love and play
So I'm given2dahate
and I'm his biggest fan
i like to tell him what i think his words mean
and he tells me he hopes he can wrap himself around certain topics so he can finish his project
soo much thought he puts into his works
and not many people seem to relate to his object that he craves
but i know hes not alone
and what he represents to me
the darkness i try to hold yet want to betray
the love he speaks but you need to find
and when his prose stings you with the love he holds
the tears you will find of the beauty and pain
All the rest
the first the worst
the wretched the best
different walks of life
and here we slide to see
the fire inside spotlights all the different published authors
and blackplethora has his own obsession of who he chooses to announce on his page
in this headless blunder
Prose of passion just may be a hub of spiritual men and women
and here i am trying to wiggle my way in the centre of something
but for now let that be my mystery
and me and Deb can go back to that petition other people sent
and laugh
and think thats as good as it gets of stirring the pot
laugh like supervillians
and me and someone else can cackle like witches for pulling it off
I'm always up to something
and now im working on another spotlight mystery
thank you for taking part
inspiration of a ntion you are
a great big hiding place
Oh by the way im the token gay guy
love life and peace please
while i listen to all this music talking about equality
let the revolution begin
the power of words
the nonexistant crime scene
the art of your language
the history you are making
the dreams of ours we might one day be visiting
so strap in and lets take thgis world for a ride!!!
spotlight mystery
whose pulling what strings?
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