Blinded by the light
After which all seemed as night
And in the darkness I knew no fright
As seeing is believing after all.
Two birds with one stone
A lucky shot from this old crone
With the birds gone I sit alone.
As they wont approach a madmen throwing rocks.
They wanted to know about my source, I said “red” please and chirped of course
We tied for first place,
luckily I used to be a boy scout.
Looking upon the mess
That is my distractions
I wonder what I repress
To live like I have eternal concussions
Perhaps tonight I craft organisation
Into this chaotic room I declare a pit
After sorting, where to put my publication?
we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.
There is many things to learn from the children in this world.
Recognise that children are have masterful adaptive qualities. It only takes seeing children play and watching them take on roles at a moments notice.
“Ill be the monster you be the hero”
“ill be a fireman, you be a dog being rescued”
So why is it as adults we unlearn this behaviour? Is it because we are taught to be just “ourselves” and we lose this capacity to adapt new roles?
Why cant I spend an afternoon as a nun, and an evening as an astronaut?
Cast a die, live a lie.
lost thy senses!
Cease before the king!
Indifference to the noblest crown
is punishable by a swift beheading.
for in stopping
I would create peril
for both this noble kingdom
and all who dwell in peace.
For a dragon follows my path
its maws are razor sharp
teeth like massive greatswords
his anger volcanic
Laughing, the guard did not budge
his loyalty swayed by none
save the kings judgement.
To this day
Let me be seen!
From the tips to the obscene
Im needed! Im clean!
Wait!? What do you mean?
Still not being seen?
Not even one little gleen
Into my existence, my evergreen?
Oh… then I am out of steam.