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Friday, December 13, 2019

Once a diary by Jodekss Gloatkenf



Today was another blank page
But even out of nothing one might learn how to tame rage
When you are alone at times
I said at times, loneliness is one of one's best times
When you can reason like in a pretty prison
With something that is minute like rat to reason
With or another emptied bowl to term another round big world
From that you come froward n' onward
You draw the whole of the wild wide world
In a solitary state and noisy silence that is odd
Even items march out and you become stronger
It is necessary to have quiet times to be quite a quiet quieter
To think and do things alone
As dogs do deary a so very dry bone
To be as smarter as the home alone.
Or perhaps I have done deceit with my words
To some extent it was beyond this sister's walls
We went to the market place and it was full of handy hands in pieces
So much people that I couldn't see my legs a-piece
Purchasers were purchasing that new and this new and saying please 
Take this and we become customers that way
Whilst others be like if you'd do me good today, I'll come the next day
Then I adduced life in its complexity be all like this
We have come to buy and sell and leave in piece
To perch awaiting for whatever that is meant to come next
As to us all, we all walk the earth to wear the last vest
For everyone to have life is to deal with death
And it concerns him not whether you be rich or a not-there yet
Plus as we age we rejoice cutting cakes and thanking God
God that gives life n' built death n' put him on board
To roll to ball with us with time till the end comes in his darling destructive Ford
And we stop selling and buying and relatives would cut the chord
They would say no more meetness twixt the living and the dead
Since it is no more plausible for the dead to dine to dig in buttered bread
Hence, life and death be the nada naughty nodes
That make us mankind by the air trotting the nose
Well, who would want to wait to wear the wears which would frame my Father?
It is His world, let's let Him do whatever pleases Him from up His tower!
His short story would convince you! 
©Jodekss 2015

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