Words Of An Unjust Man

I woke up on the 18th October 2015 and felt like this, a bad night a tussle a turn an unclear head. The world is watching the air in the arena held at pause. The touch unlit the Olympics for her have not started, the announcer said the events are cancelled I came late. I lost the contest without a contest, but I want a taste of victory a podium stance one big hump but lady liberty ways are just and with the aid of fate my faith changed my thought. Ad thoughts go I enrolled into a new school admired by peers but my cause lost as classes were through the window, a peek in and the only student inattentive or so it seems. My new affiliation and affection very staunch, no thought apart from honest medals and glory cases the ultimate goal surviving with a golden halo with devotion.

Knowing this but i still lost myself thinking I’m at home till I look at the window reflection and I’m outside side a stranger to my own desires a vanity funfair, committed to no one as lines goes I have none as words come it falls to concrete pavement, a butler charged with care but powered to give love, with no return. The myth it seems “give and it shall be given back to you” and cut in the Flamingos “Love walked in” I chuckled and said it shut the front door and left me with a bleeding nose.

Unsure uncertain I smile unknown, unnoticed the puissant feeling of the righteous, just, sincere but dismayed. I’m lost in this world I cannot be heard and my world unspun cold beneath clothes as I tried to get your attention across the room but my valiant effort was like a drip with no pin entrance spilling on concrete. Everyday every minute we try but with no limbs we crawl on belly flat, bruised and with little progress making my thoughts seemingly cunny, am I a snake? Am I a wolf? Are my words the truth saying u feel me up, and it’s me and you till tomorrow? Will I wiry and fail? Is there new pin-interest or is my plate filled with lobster?

There are sounds words cannot hold there are question a man cannot answer as he is not THE MAN gazing down on his creation “but verily, verily I say unto thee seed time and harvest……… but HIS love remains”. This is not good bye this is hello from fading images. The rules the bags she carries are my unbelief in her path but I hope she doesn’t lose herself to the changes around but all this coming from a man taking classes outside a building the mirthfulness of Life. My words unspoken.