posted on Oct, 4 2016 @ 07:01 PM
Ummm...I wrote this during one of those between time moments...you know the kind...Those moments that grab you by the testicles and none too
gently...squeeze...
If Laughter
Small wonder what I‘d thought to find
When keeping place while losing mind
While caught in someone else’s soul
More real than thoughts alone cajole
What then if laughter should resound
Echo beyond the all around
Breach beyond dimensions door
Set mood and place as I explore
Small wonder thus the noun intent
Became the coin that dreaming spent
That untruth frame each thought of thee
Through walk away ever I’m free
Goodbye I say to open thought
Begone that dream that chaos sought
I shake that dust from off my boot
The future calls the past is moot
See what I mean...?
YouSir