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Five, Seven, Five.
Who knew these numbers would be my drive.
All I had known a poem to be
was words with rhyme and rhythem so free.
A childs game was all it became.
Oh see and observe.
Meaning to Time
Why do I write? ….
It’s putting meaning to time
Revealing the struggles and the rebuttal’s that we feel in our lives and sometimes….
Diseases are taking overAnd sicknesses have prevailedIn this chemical world of oursMan playing God has failed.And it's not just the pills we takeBut the chemicals in our stuff
I’m just so tired of all this ad nebulosityBeing lectured on engine wear and motor oil viscosityBeing told I need drugs for emotional well-beingBecause I’m so stressed with all the violence I’m seeing
My imperfections are in no way diminishing my value!
For I am
Priceless,
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it
Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit
Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love
Something this good is totally undreamed of
There was a child
Not defined by worldly insignificances
Wondering about life abroad and wild
With a mind surrounded by fences
One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war.
Health is wealth or so they say in the red, white, and blue of the U, S, of A.
But out of every country in the world, America has the most obese boys and girls.
