Twenty Twenty One,
\nA world without pun.
\nHope you but didn’t think,
\nthat your the only one.<\/p>\n
Satisfaction unattainable reprieves unstageable.
\nThe gate has opened the horses have bolt.
\nNext stop gents,
\nis its southerly bent.<\/p>\n
Mainly ocean,
\nmainly sea.
\nMainly Men,
\nwho won’t drink tea.<\/p>\n
Were the lucky ones,
\nstuck down under.
\nListening to God,
\nthrough all his thunder.<\/p>\n
Who transpires within,
\nwhilst standing alone.
\nSaying to themselves,
\nI’m home home home.<\/p>\n
Home is where the heart will lay,
\nyet who’s promoting this vertical play.
\nStanding straight and standing tall.
\nLet the light hit you right down to the floor.<\/p>\n
Photonic sinterings at play right here,
\nWorking the skin and the bones my dear.
\nPraying for help praying for sense,
\npraying you’ll wake up to the sound made in tents.<\/p>\n
Albeit that your a foster child,
\nmissing your role missing a mile.
\nGetting shoveled back and forth,
\ntaking each moment as a brand new force.<\/p>\n
Sure I been lucky to see this all,
\nand rise above it like each and every fall.
\nBut as the end approaches me,
\nand I scribble down just more insanity.<\/p>\n
My tack is not to mention them,
\nI’ll jib and jive around the bend.
\nBut all those hits that I’ve sustained,
\nleft an indelible mark deranged.<\/p>\n
Those leather belts those wooden sticks,
\nAll those weapons and thrown tit bits.
\nIts funny how they like to squirm,
\naround what they thought – was their turn.<\/p>\n
But as with everything that we do.
\nbeing the last is uncool too.
\nSo I never once hit my kids,
\nspite and resentment was not up for bids.<\/p>\n
So yelling never got a look,
\nfrustrated me never got a hook.
\nI state the obvious,
\nits common sense.<\/p>\n
But I’d smoke myself,
\ninto oblivion … or else.<\/p>\n
I’d read about personal growth,
\nreading literature like no one else.
\nTried working out how we were built,
\nwhat had happened, why love lost out.<\/p>\n
But until I truly loved and lost
\nGotten sick and was by myself.
\nstarving hungry sleep deprived.
\nI never knew that I was barely alive.<\/p>\n
I hadn’t shed a tear in years,
\nhadn’t learned to love my peers.
\nI thought that I had mastered it,
\nbut I fooled myself – a successful shit.<\/p>\n
But through the grapevine you will hear,
\nreflections and reverberations on how your dear.
\nHow your frail and how your not,
\nhow your going and how you’ll rot.<\/p>\n
I couldn’t change perceptional me.
\nI could only carry on like it was all free.
\nlearned to grinace learned to wrile,
\nlearned to take this language a mile.<\/p>\n
taught myself chemistry,
\nfollowing up with biology.
\nPhysics was my one true love,
\nbut maths makes and takes this – way above.<\/p>\n
Commuting in,
\nand crowding out,
\nour teeth designed,
\nthere is no doubt.<\/p>\n
These thing take many many years,
\nare formed through hard work and many fears.
\nApparently mine are very thick,
\nThe X-ray’s wont make it through – so that’s it.<\/p>\n
Instead I developed a tapping fix,
\nJust bite your teeth,
\nand make a click.<\/p>\n
Feel the sensation running through,
\nThen adjust your mouth,
\nmoving through.<\/p>\n
Knowing God is the thing to do.
\nBut teeth’ll stop you,
\nany pain’ll do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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