No reason to speak is definitely no reason to die.
but in this beauregard brain, the world will pass me by
Life on the indecisive fence so alone
My perogitive is "nobody really cares what you say", Mr. Jones.
You are a fool.
If you hide yourself from the world
brush off everything that comes near
You will be like a ghost
Never really touching anyone
You will always have all the wrong moves
At the right time.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Beauregard - consider the muppet, from the muppet show. For that word. I feel I am going through many changes emotionally these past months. Some days I feel so zen other days I just feel guilt and shame some days I feel like I'm on fire, in a good way of course. Other days I just dream about desire, what I want; and what I need to do to acheive those goals. I have been feeling very good lately. When I feel good I usually don't write much. This write is what everybody tells me in some way. I am such a stupid stubborn dim-witted person sometimes I just don't see it. I get tired of being my harshest critic you know? But it's not somthing you can just turn off. This is my realization to reach out and touch more. But I'm always scared to a degree. I've realized that the opposite of fear is faith. I need to have more faith humanity which in turn will bring more faith in myself. Love & be gentle, for everyone is fighting a war inside themselves.
"...All The Wrong Moves At The Right Time..."
I heard that! I gave up second guessing, couldn't move or breathe, so my prerogative stays buried and I plow through my days and months and years mostly like everybody else, between sleeps. Hey, you ain't alone - you got Postpoem poets and don't forget it! :D - Lady A
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True that Stella
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