Stood there on one leg.. held a phone I could not see.. recognize brought to size spoke eloquently..
‘Sir my message is most urgent.. all of us must wait.. for return of memory.. to help see what is fate!.. Here I stork in pose a rose soon will be in my beak.. must find the proper dial tone.. my view is quite unique’..
‘Though it seems absurd I heard it saves time when for true.. our very world is shrinking more of me and more of you.. never would I judge you madam.. or reflect your phone.. in respect you seek a celestial dial tone’..
hurried off to save myself.. checked my weary phone.. into gray where there are ways exploit folks to the bone.. by old bridges burned and standing.. unique and alone.. foundations hold me solid.. made of history and stone..
Find me brother.. find me sister.. I will not conceal.. words of true I utter so you may know what I feel.. safe warm places.. newfound faces.. walls of slate and wood.. a freedom to express.. redress in life.. feeling good..
Thought.. ‘When one finds purpose in condemnation.. seeks conflict from redundant acts.. it may lead to condemnation.. even anger toward society.. (other so-called ‘authority figures’)..
When one uses this anger for purpose.. judging and extending what was a mistake to begin with.. (an act seen as moronic in ‘the wisdom of afterthought’).. as with an all-encompassing trap.. negative purpose will take a circular frustrating course.. back to the mistake which began the anger.. be easy on yourself.. be your good self.. the one you are proud of.. Peace Tony 🙂