O.M.W.

i have overstayed my welcome!
should’ve been gone but now i’m on my way
as here? is not over there!
but it’s somewhere,
a space on the line,
like a frostbite in the mind!
or a shackled image caught in between time…

forward ever to the ongoing change,
left inside the collected jar.
from near and afar.
coin may reside, in thin pockets or within a hidden corner tide.
clouds are transitory mysteries,
containing ancient and new found histories!

anyways…

Any as in: IN KNEE.
which stands…
in the way, cuz the day is full of gray!
a message that can potentially relay!

ever wondered what that could be?
with eyes that can’t see.
& intentions paved in hell.
irrespective of the noise of the bell!

i looked in the mirror and noticed the sleep around my eyes,
tears encrusted as tired lullabies…
so : i ran the water, to set the starter!

now the essence of my current flower, makes a wish to be empowered (and devoured) by a hungry appetite.

with magnifying insight, my desire runs a surface lap!
superfluous cycles sprinting around the map,
like a mouse finding the house.
or a buzz against the fuzz.

for when both are in want,
they can’t help but flaunt,
all of their desires laid clearly on the table!
touching and seeing, in fact : ALL of their sensors set the match to the fable!

& the burn to return.
leaves smoke and ash.
they’ve been burned and smashed!
no longer here,
but transported through the seasons,
as if you ever needed a sensible reason?

let’s start with this one :
this rhyme is not yet undone !
cuz i wish for all the fun!
my crass abilities are sensibilities that ain’t scorn,
they’re only roses without the thorn!

a pain nonetheless, cuz the smell is rotten!
like picked cotton !
laid out and embroidered like a quilted sheet.
with colors and textures providing all the heat!