Random Wordsmith

It rambles.

It rolls.

It changes from a pedigree to a troll.

Never is it about a walk in the woods on a cloudy day.

Never is it lessons from leaving a cake out in the rain.

Creations in the mind…often weary.

Word pies for the leery.

Leaving the creator with no true sense of destiny.

The rations for the irrational…never a luxury.

I assume there are worse things than rolling words up hill and letting them tumble.

Letting them go.

Silly idle hands for hyperactive thoughts…crashing into trees down below.

But I am just a laborer and pushing random words uphill…

And, that is all I’ll ever know.

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Boat of Bubble Wrap

Monotony to calamity to pain.

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Boots in the tropical terrain.

Chasity belts for the weak.

Thongs around the strong.

Island sanctuaries for all who fear every wrong.

I have been to the land of sanctified goods.

Born witness as the, wicked rest in the sun.

Drinking the Kool-Aid from a golden cup.

And, inhaling from the mighty vine.

High on the prospect of retrieving the grand prize.

Paddling back in a boat of bubble wrap…

I had forgotten to enjoy the ride.

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Paint me in a river of my tears
Whisper hope and truth – courage in my ears
Remind me when I reach the other side
I’ll b thankful for every tear that I cried

Bonnie Raitt