Feelings,

They rise and they fall,

I am tuned into them all,

But I'm afloat despite

Their writhing—

I am the GOAT,

And this is just me writing

My thoughts—

They are my moat

And I am arriving

At the shores of my

Story.

Uncertainty Is hurting me;

It's cutting into my insides

And flirting with things running wild—

"It's ANARCHY!"

And I am afraid of the

Passions that I see as we wade

In this ocean of seething beings

Who are weary and unafraid

Of the dangers reeling;

I am acclaimed;

As we wager in the survival

Of changes that will

Rear o'er the stinking

Savor of the days that

Inched closer with wicked

Rays—

Mouths flap,

Lips purse and clap,

Words strew and tears

Brew;

Faces anger and feelings

Crescendo to bloom.

I write these words as I observe the people torn...

"Too much" has come up—

Yet they are a people on the come up...

"Their arrival" is the sum up:

To things unknown,

Secretly sown in the open

Earth and watered down with mirth,

A future that's ever-ready

And about to give birth

To the righteous earnings of

Beliefs undiscerning....

The creation is yearning

For relief from pressure that is

Mounting—I am a calm crab—

Discounting the thoughts

Ascribed when I am resounding

With awesome pride;

Your lies I've decried and

I am thoughtful and decidedly

Honorable—

Who can join in, are you

My rebel?

Do you know what's coming

Even though you are

Now miserable?

Have you prepared over the

Years? Tears may be your gears

But your heart's duty has been to rear

And act snooty when you

Have been dared to unroot

The dwelling of the prepared;

Your choices return to leave you feared

Or faded as you belong to that which

You have not cared for...

Mistakes are not the same

As sapient spears.

You are what you do

So here's a clue:

The future belongs to judgment

That is heavy and long overdue.