Spilled Thoughts

World spins,

world turns.

Mind bends,

emotion burns.

I yearn

for a better day.

To find a way.

Imagination is the deepest decision,

but I'm not a believer in any religion.

Give me just a smidgen

of your time.

Give me a few lines and you might find,

a way deeper inside your mind.

You might believe in

disinformation you receive in

media, but it's treason.

It's the reason, for the season, we're all meat in,

the grinder.

Look through the viewfinder,

don't let yourself be blinder.

Don't partake of the sweet devil,

don't acquire debt just to be at a college level.

Don't let them bevel you,

make them revel you.

Collect that revenue

wherever you

go.

I'm no Henry David Thoreau, but I can blow,

a couple lines,

I'm talking rhymes, of course,

I'm the source,

sometimes disappointing and coarse.

That's the truth for you.

Now keep it loose in lieu

of all the stressful things you do.

You are in control,

not of the world,

but your reaction to it.

That's what matters to it.

What do you transmit?

Pay attention to every bit,

every thought.

Reality is wrought

through intention,

that's the source of invention.

Things I won't yet mention.

Short and long,

like life,

a poem, a song.