So it is written.. measure each fittin’ applaud to a God golden promise each prize.. judged by the grudge.. of thin overfudged who will argue for each of their personal size..
In this age of acronym bathrooms shared.. hers and him.. lightning strike burns.. cooled with a turn..
Ice will freeze.. not round here.. betray not with sound here.. other places ice comes to their knees..
Conscience.. is it madness?.. reflect on his joy.. dwell on his sadness.. accusations.. guilt false and badness..
voice screams unheard ‘mirror kin’.. to all ‘cept those listening within..
Speak from behind his face.. a shout unheard truth known in space.. the silent all too human race..
Thought.. ‘as I see it my lesson here at home is not to change what I know to be.. a good president either advised or otherwise.. as I see it.. left his peaceful path.. I just hope he does not pursue the ‘Red Line’ theory too long.. or try to ‘explain’.. to know that killing is happening and not respond is tough.. to have the discipline to realize ‘rescuing’ them is rewarding those who caused it to happen.. and I do not think he is any God.. more likely a ‘demon’.. in human garb.. no matter who obtained or manufactured the nerve Gas.. someone made money on it.. when the killing stops perhaps sanity and social help will return to those confused in battle.. fighting their own.. against their own interests.. peaceful resolve always gets my attention.. for it is only right.. Peace Tony