Count on me
THE tribute to my talents tribulations attributes to the esteem of myself from what I’ve contributed in raising my kids in the trivial there, is tantamount to the personal knowledge that knows the shared pains I give… Understanding the things I didn’t do, caused by what I did…
THERE will be many who know just what I said… Because I’m in discernment of all the thoughts that hurt my head… hanging around in a damp dungeon where people have hung their memories from what haunts them., is just cold isolation administered from other men…
I only realize where I am when I feel the hate rise within. Vindication for their vindictiveness. Has a vengeful vantage for viciousness; and then I think of lost friends… I can’t casually ruin a vision gifted thru sin… those who wait would become a casualty in the wake of my loss where a system wins…
YOU’VE heard many of the harrowing stories I’ve told, my hand now is so cold – I just glide this pen lightly across paper… The ink on these original copies pull their own caper… I try to push away anger… In hopes love will be a dangerous infection and spread like bacteria to strangers…
SOME people place wishes in to coin tossed fountains. And that’s swell to allow the well to recycle its allowance… for most balance, the laws of nature subtracts when overload amounts… most of our beginnings are dubious; it’s the glory we alone find in our ending that counts…
P.S. Those that know “we are one”… Is the world ready for “us”?..?
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