Putting out the thoughts into a cup I think there is that pop within the soul inside on me today I ponder deep and meaningful thoughts like a street cop.
Laughing while heartedly like a steady beat of gongs oh so much words in this priestly song let me preach of things that's out of reach.
Never a dull moment when things just form and click it's all nice till we talk about that lick at the end of this rain dance stick.
Lines it's all lines till you get to the end with hope it's not all going full send into some kind of empty space that's about to be erased by time and that none existent race.
Will these whispered words reach some important accords with no knowledge of there's some broken chords from an instrument all gone to waste.
Writing in time for some things that ring true with a proper rhyme all acted out by a nameless mime in a play about nothing and more slime.
Putty in the hand of someone in control while losing out on what's been on the endless run on a path at it by some man with a gun.
Attention, plea and alertness of the soul of man are needed to capture all that must nourish an individual.
This poem propagates the essence of the alertness of the soul.
Rich ❗