July 24
and you'll surely be dismissed.
The plm of my hand
holds not only what I say
but what grows with substance.
Seemingly upset
this wealth can surely get you
where you cannot fight.
A fantastic imagery
reveals when bestowed upon.
Well thought out crisis
inflames not only troubled
souls that bluntly state
their identities fiercely -
they gamble all that remains.
Clear cut as the knife
that slices off obstacles
and mercily keeps
the matters of relevance
while spreading all in between.
Luckily half price
are the mysteries restored,
like the brances unfolding
fables of our time:
uncontested and fulfilled.
Paste and then erase
when answers seem to stand out.
But blinded are these
conversations with no goal,
since repetitions prevail.
Give me back old times
and I will reverse this spell.
Take off the patent
which spreads like fields of tomb stones
that soon lives to feel regret.
Tell me emphasis
on the falsehood that exists
when the shutter blinds
the slow ones while keeping up;
the chase becomes the surreal.
heaven seems like fun
when the right prospect arrives
that eventually
will claim what does not belong,
to satisfy the rule book.
