Sometimes things try and succeed falling outta comptrol
As to turn to right turns to turning to have turned to left
That which is supposed to be left being found apart in roll
When wealth is yours but found deeper yet with theft
When dawn comes down low and come’s the dusk
When all have expected it all to rain but for every summer sun
To call at with every of its drying scorchy kind of tusk
And when the sun is needed the moon tries its luck to burn
And everything that man has learnt his life equals aught
Whether to be or not to be ties man to one long fife
Confusion crawls in next birthed to define man’s thought
Whether to or not to try and touch on trying to live life
Don’t leave life, live life, confusion clouds
Rain clouds surge in legions and rains then drop
The pails and bowls walk out as kempt go the rods
Confusion’s rash, pushy dazes bad but let patience pop
Man, if you are not losing it
Man, you are not getting it right
Man, if you are down and confused, that is it
Man, pray against darkly grace for bright light.
- Jodekss Gloatkenf
©2016
Hello, I am Jodekss Gloatkenf --my penname. I am a professional writer, ghostwriter, researcher, editor, blogger, podcaster, artist, thinker and lightworker. I believe in creativeness, diversity and uniqueness --my definition of art.
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