midnight thoughts

Whatever happened to all that excess oil that spilled?
To ask, are we not?
A riff it may cause, suspicion reduced through hypnosis,
but have you noticed?

Poor birdie,

I mean she's been singing to wake you up for the past hour.
You're thinking about the last few minutes of sleep, but I do the same,
ain't nobody like waking up sour; disposition determines your route of action.


So some of what I like is profane, and the scenic is my main thang;
did I add that I refuse to use terms like mundane, with personal reference obviously.

Contemplate whether I insert punctuation properly, while doing so take time to notice that yours truly is really a rare anomaly.

One who cosmically only comes around periodically, although the gaps between occurrences are shorter than perceived most only recognize what their eyes tell them they see.

I enjoy writing to a degree, I am not crazy about it to be real.
The message, love, hopes, dreams and stories I spread to my peeps is what I really feel.
Can't promise that the topics will always be non offensive, but my word, they will all be reflective, collective and open to perception. Truth will be delivered from my being to your reality, knowing that our truths are relative to our understanding, agreeance, and acceptance of our world; I believe the real truth(s) cannot be denied and rely very little on relativity.

So in a nutshell get the verbal intoxicants of one who despises notions of hell,
alludes to the good in all while nodding my head in observation of the sin of man,
the lust of woman, the greed of humans; the trials of error.

Our inhibitions when released catapult to glorious creations, our hands held together form unified bonds purified, our collective agreements reside at the pinnacle of diplomacy and concordance.

Once again, nod your head in accordance.


LIFE UNDER THE SCOPE ! ! ! !