Ciao For Now

'fore the riots begin,
'rthe search for my remains,
Let all who never peruse these pages,
Allay their pulsing veins,

Sometimes a respite is necessary,
What's life but not changes?
Even turtles come up for air sometimes,
Like sharpshooters at Vegas gun ranges,

Like Nike in the late nineteen nineties,
To condemn its sweatshops,
Looks like it will come up again real soon,
'cause, yeah, those yet to stop.

So, bye for now,
I've other work to do,
You can always catch up @Ape_Biggles,
'til then, conscientiously buy your shoes.

Imagine the Freedom

Imagine the freedom,
Being able to love,
Enjoying all the cuddles and softness,
Raising your heart above,

To heights beyond what this world can offer,
Outside of exper'ence,
If but for the realities that call,
For physical excrement assistance,

What if you ne'er had to scoop it again,
The smell and spill and time,
Erased, so the love can now just blossom,
Like a stretching lupine.

Just simple love,
Imagine the freedom,
It rolls off your tongue when you think 'bout it,
If it was for sale, everyone'd buy one.

Falling

Don't know how long it was,
Darkness enveloped me,
No caresses but that of cold, stale wind,
Devoid of gravity,

A strange solution sucked in through a straw,
How long could that maintain?
My weakness when I fell into that jar,
Made me think I would not long be sustained,

Then to be denied a view of the world,
I'd paid so much to see,
Until it was sure my journey was lost,
Should anyone ask me,

Like I was not,
Between there and my here,
A whole slice of my life paid for the chance,
To live life free from oppression and fear.

Delayed

Last time I plum forgot,
So engrossed in The Fall,
Finding out what happens with Flannel, 'cept,
When the Jays threw meatballs.

To engage in this most 'portant of tasks,
To miss, to cause regret,
Itself time spent outside of real'ty,
To look back, contemplate and then reflect,

All the while, still the pains of this body,
I'll let you guess what kind,
Then let you reflect on what you had guessed,
Inside, what do you find?

Wait! Don't tell me,
I do not want to know,
It's enough I managed to get this down,
I've still got other 'portant tasks to go.

Sixth Sense

Can you have a sixth sense,
Snapshots of the future,
Telling you how the next moment will feel,
With a surety that's real,

If you are open to that sort of thing?
It needs self-awareness,
And a conscious decision to believe,
That there is an emanation from things,

Drenched in emotions waiting to be felt,
Hovering like a scent,
Maybe it's a scent, triggering your brain,
If you are of that bent,

If an'one is,
Or maybe we all are,
And like failing to use your sense of sight,
It is not a world of which you're aware.

The Fall

Another one's started,
Juices starting to flow,
Grounded more firmly in the place I live,
No gov'ment overthrow,

More a revolution from the inside,
With no replacement plan,
A freefall down a bottomless abyss,
Instigated by love gargantuan,

Born, too, of the revolution's effect,
And the questions it raised,
Like how one find the strength for change at all,
When all act so amazed,

At change, itself,
As if the world's perfect,
And all one has to do is keep the faith,
So on your deathbed you see t'was worth it.