PMPope

A Work of Prose Poetry In Installments A Collaboration of Light & Love Ladies & Gentlemen, I joyfully present The 1st Web Installment of... Wanting so much more in life, other than his 100k lifestyle He feels his failure inside and squeezes it into a little pill, Swallowing the bitter pill and leaving reality for a dream. +++++ Here I am, looking out the window as the sun surfaces, In awe of such beauty from above, traveling afar On a venture to find oneself betwixt the mayhem – chaos How I so long to roam this new road I now journey I hear the bustle and commotion, as we now descend The landscape below entices the desire even more so As we now, approach land and I see my destination I can feel the rush of the adventure, racing passionately How it seemed forever, so distant, the dream I envisioned Time has now come, to initiate this new course of action All my earnings spent away, to live, as I have never dared Breathing now

driving down through the greenest section of town when its hot... it's 85 degrees out! Driver's window is down. Left arm resting in the frame. 'In 600 feet, turn right on Poplar Tent Road' she states with soft emphasis. You concede to her voice command. you smell honeysuckle PMPope Shared from Google Keep

Which name these flowers go by, under which guise of man-made beauty, is for finer machine-heads than these fingers typing into this note-taking app. How to expulse this beauty in electrons,  while remaining relevant to the tedious mindex (think: roll-a-dex of the intelligencia)  in applicable wordings, to make the superbly gifted children of these times realize that,... beauty is more than a pricetag or an employable designation. When simple poet  (such as am i) can not even raise one adjective for such a fineness; such a fondness; without finesse or any other co-conspiracy  the public & the publishing industry has come to honor  as worthy of particular accolade, heavy-laden with accomplishments  to entice & incite one the other  to eXplode with the furious abandonment of right and wrong. To me, the birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees,... Ad infinum, are creations to, for mere & unadulterated moments, pull our minds away from th

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