Effort
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I cannot possibly concentrate.
You make me cloudy.
You, you and all of you.
Together like a mob amassing,
Like people passing.
Pause for the cause of obeying natural laws.
People like you bring in a crowd.
People like us ? we change a few.
Like eclectic chameleons.
Mission accomplished.
Sometimes you just feel it you know?
Like when you?re goin? and you?re goin??
Shapes becoming shapely,
Cylindrical to circular,
The KISS rule,
Keep It Simple Stupid.
Because when it?s real,
We all got god knowledge!
Esoteric material,
A lift to the ethereal,
However, there is purpose in all things.
I learned that and many other secrets in the dark tower,
Where I gained?
Bright Power!
Inside my third eye now are three,
Your patience I implore,
For I see your doubting thoughts, and like how Davy slung rocks,
I?m gonna go for the gray matter.
Touch these precious and precarious points,
Soft, like gone-bad bananas,
The ones that make,
Your belly ache,
Some simple words can do this,
Like how we slay men by the millions on paper,
Den try to cover up da caper,
Systematic soul raper
Of?
Sometimes I answer my own questions.
I ask with genuine curiosity.
And at times reply with frightening conviction.
I pose as absolutely no stranger to my diction.
Unorthodox, unordinary, dictionary, fiction wary,
For truth is elusive like governmental help,
8-4, 9-5, 10-6.
Same thing if forced to strive and bend to rules related,
While a breath remains abated,
Hitched and restricted,
In chests and breasts alike,
All hands tearing at the torso,
But more so,
The lungs in the mind are refusing to inhale,
May ignorance prevail!
And as me another question?
Who is it that lives in death and lives for dying?
Da same way we can?t catch da shit but keep trying?
I did once link 2 thoughts then 3?
Can you see me trying?
Can you hear me trying?
Do you feel me trying?
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© wakefield brewster, 2001-09-28
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