Monsoons of living

Wisdom taken by the winds never to be gathered again.

As monsoon bellows
the worthy tumble
in the gusts
that evil portends.

No consipracy is needed when interests converge.

What have you heard?

Repetition is key
like bird is word…

watch me work
without twerking
my wobbly bits
check the manuscripts.

They told me
to get over it
until I began
to use words
in telling it
the rebellion of the
mental,
the quintessential
and mighty thing
that we should
all aspire
to attain,
but they rearranged
our thinking
towards shrinkage
pledging allegiance
to shallow thoughts
false Gods
in form of
insecure men
and bad hairpieces
check my thesis
with an acknowledgement
to those with darkened hearts
and haughty spirits
condemned to never
hear the soulful sound
of the trumpets.