To lose a sense is like to lose something very important in your life.
You won’t get it back or you won’t ever live the same.
Losing that sense will make you stronger and weaker at the same time.
You will not ever do the things you did,
you will have to get over the idea of every doing the things you did with that sense.
It doesn’t matter what you lost: feeling, taste, smelling, seeing or hearing.
Reflective poetic objectives
Outline a silver lining that shines corrections to wrong questions
The bottom of the kettle
Is swept and polished clean by poverty effected
people that non-comically pick up a pen to write symphonies
of poetic past enmity’s of their memories of how they were thrown into a world naked shrouded in depression
Warmth of security of way to channel their thoughts taken leaving a library of thoughts lost in collection
Until poetry finally flows them down a river of new direction of recollection
These conditions that doesn’t behoove the promptly ejected
Not turning up a brow because of the similar circumstances
Surprisingly the silver spoons
By the thrown away side scribing their affections
Upon the mentally arrested
Spreading thoughts with a stanza
Patiently waiting for the community to get it
Words written in the distance
can be swallowed through the ears and the eyes
a fixation flipped to the vixens
The freedom of speech has many volunteers that use poetry as a vessel of depiction
So taking on to much to chew is non-existent
Because the obscure metaphorically can’t be bitten
Poetry overpowers war it just takes a world to listen.
Flourishing thoughts hum the deepest agony
Wisdom is practically
The thoughts imbedded in loss of the trail of the pursuit of happiness
Figments travel on this walkway only being imaginative
Dreams of being reunited and a realignment with parenting
To cushion intense life’s basic paddling
But this dream or mere thought lacks validness
A steed once road upon becomes an ass it isn’t worth saddling
A breed that adopted a gang infestation
With violence as the inauguration
Mostly because of lack of communication
Is this kin really family and could this substitute minor provider enlighten the household with patience
When the being blessed with the darkness, the hate the government gave little infants everywhere by a fathers captivation
In stone and steel withheld in the public eye, a child’s humiliation
To withhold the pain of a scent that traveled by a poltergeist of an institution
The lack of working man’s fragrance
Leaving a woman to bring hold the bacon
With a child bathed in hatred
To run amok in a fathers absence
To only to come back after imprisonment
To train the child to channel hate into poetic sentences
Thoughts are conceited
The government pensively takes action to benefit themselves
Issuing subpoenas
That don’t relieve us
Say peace and the result is Hiroshima
Place a flower in a barrel and put a bullet in civilian when its needless
imprison our minds with lies and call it freedom
With thoughts alluding saying it’s protected by the constitution and reasons are essays that aren’t concluded
With war treaties not peace subdued to illegal aliens that are deprived of greetings
Dehydrated seedlings
Adds more sunlight in speech’s
The people subjected to a famine forced beating
then discarded this is called genocide forced by the gangs and government sees as it meaningless
With the disregard of many
We ask for dollars but for the thought of change of time we receive pennies
Mr. Aristotle:
When I rule the world,
I’d answer all questions known to man.
I’d wish all my students success
and eventually answers the questions I could not.
Dr. King:
When I rule the world,
it’ll be a better world
minus racism, plagiarism,
police brutality, corporate bailouts,
Wall Street monopolies, child extortion,
and uninformed abortions.
Mr. Caesar:
When I rule the world,
I want people to worship me,
bathe me in their love, and support me.
I want people to do whatever I say and do it now.
I want emotionless citizens to worship my crown.
Mr. Obama:
When I rule the world,
I want to cure cancer.
I want to save my mom,
and perhaps your’s too.
I want everyone to be safe and have parents
to tuck them in at night and be there to snuggle up to.
Mr. Adolph:
When I rule the world,
I want to destroy my mortal enemies,
bring chaos to its peak, and laugh
at my burning victims while I watch
their loved ones weep.
Mr. Wilkins:
When I rule the world,
I hope the fame won’t ruin me,
change me into someone I’m not supposed to be,
and inevitably, I hope I could find happiness.
Mr. Darwin:
When I rule the world,
nothing is going to change,
not in the slightest bit,
because humanity is doomed to repeat history.
We are imperfect, and the sooner we face it,
the sooner we can finally be saved by it.