Life is hard.
Things get difficult.
Choices need to be made.
Decisions followed through.
Others want you to push them.
You need to focus on you.
Help is asked for
not always freely given.
Especially when the help is taken advantage of
time and time again.
Crooked Stile
Walked a mile.
My cat is furious
I fixed her serious.
The chips
have no dip
about to flip.
Rhymes are dumb
Now I am numb.
Negatives come easy.
Stopping them is impossible.
Changing them into positivities is hard.
Patience and consistency are needed.
This is a very hard challenge for someone like me, whose brain short circuits at the best of times.
Awkward pauses.
Silent stares.
Unusual mentions.
Illogical leaps.
Understanding does not dawn.
Choose to leave early.
The frigid air hits the face.
Crisp and cold.
Cold enough that as the air hits you
the smell of fries and burning oil
from the nearby burger joint are amplified.
One handed
Finger slow.
Both hands
looking where to go.
Practice time and again
Faster I go
Mistakes a minute.
Thoughts of conscious always make people tremble.
Is the creature sentient?
Animal intelligence possible?
Anthropomorphizing comes naturally.
Seeing ourselves in others can be easy.
Whether it is good or bad
Our eyes see others in our light.
Scanning is fine.
Right?
Not … right.
You mean you want to me to understand
everything I just read?
But it was boring!
Of course I signed.
What do you mean by it is my funeral?
The self will change.
Physical boundaries are arbitrary.
Goals can be achieved.
Or bypassed.
Good will not always outweigh the bad.
The end is forever in sight.
Walk on my friend.
It constricts my shoulders.
Hunched before my computer
it slows my movements.
I can not remove it.
It merely stays there
and keeps me from being productive.
Saturn's Premier Poet 