Here is a reality check: our people have been enslaved and underpaid. And all these keys and keywords don’t even open doors, oh how late; we still haven’t gotten paid!
I want to do things differently, please mark these words with a yes or just check: unicorns or mermaids… Like-wise… Never-the-less we say no to the other way since all fools want to do is get laid.
Savings or checking accounts, bouncing around like fake checks, played modern-day slaves are made…
Why be so intense so early? As I soften my already harden stanzas with lukewarm verses, headaches of yesterday shouldn’t be so tomorrow; today’s fed up and Eternity is up-fed.
Indeed beautiful in all my essence you said. With words you revived my being as I bled. From one to another, the guiding light, I’m lead. How can Eye not be touched by your light, I’m in bed. Rising like the Sun, the moon and stars have fled.
Indeed beautiful in our essence, that is what she said… As we randomly changed the tone of this piece; Peace! Let’s not be misled. Please go figure why figures, shaped visages are sometimes disfigured, reflecting the Soul and the Spirit ahead… Everlasting Darken Lights have been shed.
© Christian D. Koumtog