how would one describe to m3_ poetry?
i’d say : : : it’s A LOT!
one filled with many luxury and used vehicles, may one of them get you through.
spice it up and get through the caption – otherwise the meaning is a fatal faction of a thicker extraction. season if you would like to maintain flavor, but please remember to SAVOR!
tactical rectification knocks at my despair
asking me which clothes i wish to wear?
ice sparkles on the frosted apparel / that’s sterile, for water drenching the stenches of my mentions. cleaning up all the empty and forbidden space which longs to occupy foreign taste. the degree to which we belong is congregational song : may we all now sing along?
“ our time and labor is being exploited by the ruling class – this may seem like the only future to come to pass, but that’s all the gas! we can fight against the line which draws us crossed and undermined!.”
they’re not going to show you the revolution! anyone assuming that, hasn’t understood organizing is the solution!
with this, that and the third being said (here’s a few reminders for the mind and head)
thinking is just blinking (from within)
writing is just linking (paper to pen)
reading is feeling (your brain)
comprehending is seeding (exchanging memory lanes)
remembering is retaining (information studied)
patience is primary sources (no longer hurried)
shoutout to the remnants,
of those remaining:
lint, to be brushed
strings left at lush
the fluff, stuff!
the around and found,
all of the miscellaneous means at gathered ends, shoutout to their memory and sins!
special regards to the : split creases and dinosaur leases!
all of the crumbles and mumbles left at your tables and sold through their fables.
every single etc etc and dot dot line and thing
all the cotton, satin, and polyester fling!
every scribble, chop, plot, and missed out line
: here’s to acknowledging your presence in the blistering winter time!
here’s to your frosted and forgotten remembrance! here’s to your effervescent transcendence!