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FLUNG

It is with balance that I seek for and balance to fit,
like laces cross, and to a bow, my thumb and fingers grip.
Take a hold on life and through a shaping window
follow all my myths and dreams, shimmy down crescendos.

Reaching for the equalizer, I que up on my marks.
and with the stance of those around I dance through these arts.
I hold on to believers like I hold one’s head through a seizure
until the shaking is shaken out, walk with me I am receiver.

Rest indeed to heal the need to reach out with a mouth.
With discipline lay guidance down a new path for remark.
Adapt functions, distraction only flaunting they will doubt
question “they” because they always scream and shout.

I know they listen, they can be anyone.
They can be everyone, they can be no one.
Ski the path to miss the gaps
and truth commands to start.

I’m willing to let you in on this if you promise not to tell
within your inner strength you reflect into a cell,
and with this is the opportunity to make light of nothing.
Birth is not a miracle it happens every minute.

Know that with self respect our fears will deteriorate
and with this secret weapon that we carry when we hesitate.
Leave next to “on” an active way to strengthen mentally
thus follow with physical, escaping silly spirituals.

To a life of equalization is to all and better need
the problems lay before us; some are yet to figure out necessity.
One is never in need of comforting delight
it is the never land of people that reflect all of our rights.

Laying down a melody through philosophy, breaks
fabricate a thought for you to read on later dates.
Focus on my checkpoints like a robber leading chase.
Let you know I stand a man of nothing in disgrace.

My hand piece is keeping up with time
and through a solid state of art, I mesmerize chime.
I realize that I’m less than nothing in everyone’s mind.
In hindsight, I bring to you a metaphoric grind.

Dilapidated shapes escape when loose flows water.
I jump onto this inter tube and tell life “I’m a goner.”
I’m floating to the center where the tree stands taller
around stands a body of water, seeing nothing at all.

Attracted to the center, this magnet yet awaits
and to the dreams and feelings of new beginnings
I see the way. I stand tall, and I stand proud,
I don’t vote without checking out.

Like the bow hunter, quick on the kill
anticipate and modulate, calculating the field.
Most seem to take a strike.
Who is to say what is wrong and right?

Who? I cannot hear you. What? I can hardly see.
Where? Are you really sure child?
When? Oh yeah, way back when
I travel asking: how?