So this makes threes times in a row I gave the old one shot, at onestoppoetry a crack. With last weeks creativety didn't lack, so I figured why not try once again, to see if I can add a bit more to the slaying pen. Thus brought this big mess before you, which I'm sure you looked at for a second or two, thinking what in the hell is this or more crass words you hiss. But never fear as all will become clear, as we head down the tracks and that's the lets Face it Facts.
For from mess can come clarity I guess, so this just proves you sometimes have to look at the little grooves. Take way way way to long to bold all, but I will do it for the title call, so you get the point here at my joint.
Attempting to See What Might Be
Free from lifes straight jacket restraints
Finding nothing but cluttered constraints
Little air gapping through the tightening noose
Prying with crowbars might to get loose
Unable to see through the shroud
Longing to be as whimsical as a cloud
The sting of not being where you vowed
Still feeling the bite of the crowd
An unending whiplash upon your neck
From the twisted roads you trek
Colliding amongst mortar and brick
Constantly poked by the Devil's Walking Stick
Ears pierced unknowingly
Simmering pain comes off glowingly
Dug deep within a blaring twinge
Supporting each invoking cringe
Path beaten from repeated use
Feeling smited from the almighty Zeus
Refusing the ache bruised knees
And the added blindness of trees
As the clutter sings a pattern
As ever changing as the rings of Saturn
Even with back wrenching humps
And the road rearing lumps
With a quick mix of examination
Chaotic mess no longer evokes termination
No matter the wails of the banshee
Trudging through attempting to see what might be
So now do you still mutter, at what came from my clutter? Or did you go blind from trying to find, how I did all of this, trust me I said more than piss, as it took a little while to make it actually work, good thing I had time to lurk. Yes every single word is in there and you can find each one if you sit and stare. Anyway so I didn't use an X this week to mark the spot, but a big old cluttered mess to thicken the plot. This week I might end up walking on glass, but I'll tip toe around it with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.