[ This was written by a friend. I will be removing it shortly.1 ]

This was written by a friend. I will be removing it shortly.1


Settle, Part 1.2

As I tread the line between cynicism and pessimism
Or is it really a euphemism?3

Click click steady click
Capture.
Still amalgamated images portraying galactic need
Etching shaped words into mud sand
Crossing dangerous territories. NO. Standing on the line.
You.4

Be not afraid be not afraid.
Relinquish fear, my friend (enemy), and tasks are simplified.5

Take your inner turmoil to new heights new levels.
Lack of gravity at that height MIGHT JUST MAKE IT BOIL
And ultimately uncoil.6

But why can’t you see that such a height will BLIND you
And that such a heat at that height which causes inner turmoil to boil
Will in turn BURN
You?7

Settle turmoil, settle.
Relax the breaks in heart songs and stop touching broken wings caught in bound netting.
I said settle.
Your turmoil needs space to uncoil.8

And what happens if you take the oil out of the term. Less room to slide less room to turn.
It’s always easier to operate on a stationary object.9

Settle, you, settle.
Take refuge in a ne(s)t of shallow introspection and conscious prospection. A home is not made of four walls but one concept.
Secure it. See. Make your own place of security. Tangible is just an eight letter word.10

Circumcise society’s (circum)stance to what IS and what ISN’T. Tell me now who has kaleidoscope vision because all I see is billions of feet walking in the same pattern and billions of mouths spitting to the same beat. And all they see is what they preach and where they head and what they think…or don’t. I march to my own drummer. I am my own drummer. And my drummer changes beats and rhythms and occasionally adds a crescendo. A retardando. And every few stanzas
A dash of
Harmony.