Mind Pouring Through On What To Do. Getting The Stride. Poetry + Art

Been a long time coming, to summon the season to just be easy. At the same time to get super charged and not rest easy. Get the fancy fantasy to be real for ultra normal reality. The mind and soul sore from overdrive, the wrong kind of work didn't work, the broken system made me feel real berserk. Now it's time for me to come back and grasp and send out another Art attack!!

Through the scramble, got scruffed up a bit. Felt uneasy until I needed to go ballistic. Everyone around seem unmotivated, given up, laughing at stupid dumb stuff. Dorked, dumb, ho hum, goofed, not ready to get the gist of of feeling fit to be part of the troop. In my own ways I find where to start, how to re-group. Set the standard. I find my true philosophies and mindfulness, take care of myself, to take on what I know to be true.

So many times through the ringer, yet I know my way, to make my chance to be the bringer. Transform sense, won't get ahead of myself. Read again, think again, be again. Gain back all that passion, some doubted, while I was working, they were thumb sucking and pouted. Nothing worth flouting. I refuse to go with that grain of cowering, in just getting by. There is a bigger purpose, be wise to undo given up lies, of those acting like they despise life, yet you need to live life, have a chance, to enhance and understand it.