ABe©eDarian
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My elves.
I’ve said my hellos & goodbyes.
My intelligence is central to myself.
Like the Italian greeting word for hello & goodbye; Ciao. Like C-I-A-- O.
I’m not a person who goes around threatening and exerting my dominance over people.
The pen is said to be and is supposed to be mightier than the sword.
Even if I’m not the next Eminem.
Or the next Jerry Garcia. Etc.
It is very hushed that I am very loved in this world… But in a different way.
The wandering shadows do not always tolerate what I do for too long
while giving too many warnings.
It’s not a threat, it is me following through
with the very promise
that was taken away from my knowing I made and could follow through with.
I’m a very empathetic person,
but I’m not going to always be around
to feel more sorry for people
than all my invisible constituents choose to do.
I don’t like a horror show.
Or clashing devastation.
I can agree to disagree
and have people go in separate directions.
But when boxed in
to something that only has pseudo-authority either get subservience,
or throws people who are straight up straight down in holes,
or pits them against each other like they have no souls,
I am simply not to blame for being so disproportionately real
that no one can make a deal,
and it’s found to be out of bounds what I feel
again in the spin of a wheel
while I’m getting yet being a meal
while not being willing to kneel.
If I need to make some squeal because we need to heal,
then it’s just because I don’t like seeds to become veal.
Who even wants to boast of a pulse of steel?
Who’d want to host under a peel,
and call it all ideal?
It’s my idea to reveal
while we read the ordeal.
Do you want some more of the zeal?
I didn’t love to steal.
But those were only cigarettes.
Sick of it, appeal.
Apples in the thick of it, conjugal, congeal.
The jury is furry.
Don’t worry.
Lonely or only under one heel?
The front wheel.
Some deal.
Be good.
I’ve said my hellos & goodbyes.
My intelligence is central to myself.
Like the Italian greeting word for hello & goodbye; Ciao. Like C-I-A-- O.
I’m not a person who goes around threatening and exerting my dominance over people.
The pen is said to be and is supposed to be mightier than the sword.
Even if I’m not the next Eminem.
Or the next Jerry Garcia. Etc.
It is very hushed that I am very loved in this world… But in a different way.
The wandering shadows do not always tolerate what I do for too long
while giving too many warnings.
It’s not a threat, it is me following through
with the very promise
that was taken away from my knowing I made and could follow through with.
I’m a very empathetic person,
but I’m not going to always be around
to feel more sorry for people
than all my invisible constituents choose to do.
I don’t like a horror show.
Or clashing devastation.
I can agree to disagree
and have people go in separate directions.
But when boxed in
to something that only has pseudo-authority either get subservience,
or throws people who are straight up straight down in holes,
or pits them against each other like they have no souls,
I am simply not to blame for being so disproportionately real
that no one can make a deal,
and it’s found to be out of bounds what I feel
again in the spin of a wheel
while I’m getting yet being a meal
while not being willing to kneel.
If I need to make some squeal because we need to heal,
then it’s just because I don’t like seeds to become veal.
Who even wants to boast of a pulse of steel?
Who’d want to host under a peel,
and call it all ideal?
It’s my idea to reveal
while we read the ordeal.
Do you want some more of the zeal?
I didn’t love to steal.
But those were only cigarettes.
Sick of it, appeal.
Apples in the thick of it, conjugal, congeal.
The jury is furry.
Don’t worry.
Lonely or only under one heel?
The front wheel.
Some deal.
Be good.









