When I jump on the Bus/Train I…

So, recently I started paying more attention to what I do before boarding the train or bus. When I’m done kicking that song out of my head that has been following my spirit, after I have smiled a few times about what yesterday offered and giving THNX4 my blessings, I think about what I can do to better express my frustrations in an artistic manner. So I came up with this in direction to my means:

What shadows grew, from where? I never knew. Armored thoughts were what always brewed, our pride’s allure is why this ensued. Our paths went stray, the mission grayed, the rank we held has lost its grade.
A flight once flew through skies of blue, enraged with clouds through Baton Rouge. The rains that brewed like no one knew, no dam confines such awful slew, the thoughts conceived and stuck like glue, cast shadows longed from whence it grew.

The concept of error in me and you; Like snow in August or late in June. You’re birth of Sun and mine from Moon, left hearts astray, in darkness’s dune. My hearts a beating pod weaved from iced cocoons and yours colorful-adventurous much like balloons. One freed itself composed a rune, it played with words but never you. The others speech leaves all in ruins from uttered words that land and bruise. Upon my chest the prints of shoes.

Concluded you as if, I WERE NOT TRUE and doubted all sincerities tossing them away. As I reached to embrace, you shied and swayed, accused (me) of sins I never made. Wise best be words we choose to fuse, the message sent to minds perused by fledging winds spurring love’s unused sense, which is tense from how often you spew with vulgar, intense your bitter rues. Reading now your method used, like print on paper’s morning news or words from air-crafts on skies when blue.

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Roman S