The first two lines of lyrical flow state,
Are a gift from ether sown to propagate,
Then grow into a latticework of thoughts,
Expounded upon by me provoking new plots,
Read by you and other sentient citizens,
I hope you feel deeply my recorded predicaments,
I do my very best to make truth entertaining,
It all depends on the perspective pertaining,
If lessons can be squeezed from these written stanzas,
I'll feel proud to misdirect mainstream propagandas,
In this instance I've penned a lot but said nothing,
Train of thought derailed puts an end to my trudging.
Farls Tokley
YOU ARE READING
Past Tense Defence
PoetryThis collection of poems is somewhat self explanatory. I held a mirror up to my soul and my reflection was viewed as the following. It poured out of me, I just wrote it down.
