histórias de Boxingpoet

Have you ever had such a vivid imagination,that you can easily in vision, nothing. I mean anything, worth creating have better affects, and valued more when molded from scratch. Attach old stanzas, with new stanzas, most of the time they can't help but match. Especially, when the wood has fire starter, and gasoline, I mean, covered with debris, all is needed is a match, as we writers sometimes play pin the tail on the donkeys, hangman, wheel of fortune, we spin the bottle, or chamber, as we connect the dots, and spell out feelings, through meaningful words,we combine galleries of galaxies, over countless Infiniti's to infinity, we become ass holes ourself when the tail ends up where the nose should be, yet alone where the mouth once was, so naturally, we become immune, to ass kissing, missing, the stars along with the moon, so every night, becomes it's own abyss, everyday morning has its own fog, a quite mist, searching for a fallen star, a tragic miss, when we get poet's have writers block...

Can Peace Stand or Sit Still!

I wish I could drag the camel by it's two humps to water and force it to drown, by drinking to much, then for you to die from dehydration, but I can't ever force anyone to swallow knowledge. So all I can do is pray, is after you cut the weight, properly rehydrate, because life's boxing ring, can just be just small enough, to feel as if you're in a gas chamber, gasping for air, channeling every cable channel, ever viewed, trying to catch a second of breath, to request a third breath, so you don't have to dig into a bottlomless well, where water is the last place you saved to save your heart, as you try to tuck your chin again, to prevent a Knockout, but nothing in the surviving rulebook, ever came with directions to prevent, this event, no preparations, preparing death, a lost, or a robbery, when common sense hits your temple, or your tears have hit your body,shots ring as loud as something, some things are always missing, so who do I call to defend me, Life, Love, God, Or You, tell me!

I met a girl the other day who was as fixed as new, no repair needed in my eyes, yet society would view her as lacking, lacking a significant other who would significantly improve her chances of happiness, in happiness being happier then happiest frown of upside down, a major awkward moment, her animal print, animal prints left on thoughts and eyes, her smile was like a happy sunny day on the beach, wearing nothing but true beauty, her touch, her touch touches lips, never touched by, by God, a god like man, her GodMan like mirage, I mean dream, slept so much on her own thoughts, she made her own nightmares, while she day dream, she sleeps her true beauty away, until one day, she takes some time someway, away from her normal life, and do something different, some things different, she finally received what she prayed for differently,prayed more frequently, , and her inner smile awaken,, she no longer allowed time to take, and steer her fate, realized she could save face, save her face

I never thought your status quo would quote quotes never qouted, imagining, images only imagined, when sleep or dead. Until I was forced to look in the mirror of reflections, no longer reflecting images of qouted un qouted reflections, perfections, of I'm so perfect imperfections, detecting defections definitely definitions of missing correctly, corrected, corrections, misfortunes, unfortunately, misfires, or jams, intelligence, rejected rejects, rejects misfits, ousted, projects abandoned experiment, experience, with experimental, outfits so, he fits in intelligently, eloquently, in his birthrights royalty, until his life mistakes charges him double fold, for their love wakes, how unfortunately for fortunate, even less fortunately for the less fortunate, so he come to reason with his reasons, reasoning with the change of seasoning, seasoning, just enough seasons, for change until seasons change, rain covers too much salt, pain covers to much ought, ought smothers the could, of only he could!