PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Words are cracked in a glass bowl of raw delicacy

grouped minds provide the fog of difficulty

time never really runs out, nonetheless pour out your debts and go insane

to the ticking madness

you got nothing to lose, nothing to gain

your mouth runs down into a drain of pungent seas

of heeding the thin hide of the you,

a distinguishing cloak

groups of plasmic magic and the ticking time bombs that yet always seem so stagnant

Don't bear a star banner of empty truth

Ghostly peripherals all agree

put on your spectacles but be the best you can

Orbs of origin radiate their iridescent lensings which angle with the protection of the motion

speculation sunglasses angle themselves with varying degrees of friendliness

This beacon of the sunshine, he's staring at me,

stay calm, stay calm, don't run the faucet just yet,

six billion people, the angles of classification give polite exponentiality

and sell apparel of malevolance and benevolance

true, and solar gazes