Give Em Space

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It never would have occured to anyone in this skull to change the world starting with you. It has merit, a sounding board of wisdom to alter what is going down inside someone other than over here. Wow! Make me a rainbow, color it in sienna and gold, yellow, and pale tan, then anchor the ends in ebony for contrast: you think in circles when you should think in four dimensions. Time is the thing you keep forgetting about. That there, looky! It is what makes rainbows move.

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"I Never Told You" will be my epitaph. Later does not impact the future which is now behind us. This moment is important. Inevitably, there is that. Letting it slip into a past without telling you your hairstyle sucks is a lost moment. I must learn to rant more because people listen better when someone is yelling at them. Open the mouth, let real words form and exit. Close the mouth, start thinking of better words to form when the mouth opens again. There! See it there.

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Empty. Most minds are empty. Truly. Sadly. Almost tragically. Mass psychology dictates that if a crowd forms and someone gets up on their soap box, someone will eventually scream, "Right on!" It's a human thing. Who would write it down for posterity or for this time? Who will take time, use it to self-educate and prepare for what is about to happen next? 
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Not a potato on a couch again please. No more wool gathered about song lyrics or the news you only half heard on television. Writers write it down as instruction or opinion, dream, or illusion, but entertainment has value to the penners of the world. They fill up brain storage spaces and provide mental food to touch reality, but most people like you do not read, so there. A truth lives here and further beyond and yes, of course, there is still there.

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allets

06-08-17

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Republishing old poems, I found this gem. ~S~

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