POETRY IN RESPONSE TO THE IDEALISM AND OR WORDS OF VIRGINIA WOOLE, BRADLEY NOWELL & BEGINNER TYPE POETRY

THE HAPPIEST FROWN. IT HAS BEEN REPORTED THAT THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK IMITATES THE LIFE OF SOMEONE THAT WE SEEMINGLY KNOW THE TRUEST OF COLORS HAVE FINALLY SHOWN MASKS = FACES COLORED = PAINTED INSIDE = OUTSIDE WITHIN EVENTUALLY FEATHERS ARE CAPTURED BY WIND THE FORM OF ETERNALLY COMPROMISED WEATHER BEGINS IMPERFECT FROM A NUCLEAR MUSHROOM CLOUD PERFECTLY PERFECTED AROUND AND AROUND.. FROM FAR UNDERGROUND DESTROYING YOUR TOWN MARCHING TOY SOLDIERS THAT WERE ALREADY WOUND TAUGHT AS CHILDREN TO BEHAVE LIKE A CLOWN A HEARTBEAT IS FOREVER FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN FINALLY~ FIGURATIVELY~ LITERALLY~ HE WILL BE FOUND. DROWNED IN SOUND. WITH THE IMPOSSIBLY~ POSSIBLE HAPPIEST FROWN.

MR. NOWELL, IT IS TRULY SUBLIME! CLEANSE & MEND THE LENS.. OF INCOHERENCE & PERSEVERANCE.. IN THE CLOCK UNLOCKED & FINALLY FORCED TO TALK.. BUILT TO SPEAK EVER CONSIDERED THE EYE TO THE BEE ?!! EVER HEARD OF ONE R I G ?? EMBRACE THIS RELENTLESS EMOTION MORE SPACE IN THE DEPTHS OF THE DEEPEST OCEAN BRACE YOURSELF FOR ALL OF THE COMMOTION THERE WILL NEVER, EVER BE AN END ENTER THE I OF THE CENTER THE INVENTOR PRESENTER & MOST OFTEN, EXPERIMENTER FAREWELL TO THIS SHIT CALLED HELL NO MORE TIME TO DWELL OR FIGURE OUT HOW TO SPELL IT'S ALREADY TAKEN UP WAY TOO MUCH FUCKING TIME TRYING TO MAKE THESE WORDS RHYME. MR NOWELL, IT IS TRULY SUBLIME!

YOU SELDOM KNOW.. Current mood: indifferent Category: Life YOU SELDOM KNOW.. MY LOVE.. I'LL KEEP THIS.. FACADE.. ALL BY MYSELF.. THIS FUCKING CAR CRASH I AM... ALL OF THIS BULL$HIT ACTING MUST SHOW.. YOU SELDOM KNOW.. ALL OF THIS TIME SPENT - ON ALL THESE VICES AND HERE WE ARE: THIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE, I AM... THE PLATINUM CAPACITY WILL NEVER HOLD THE BELIEFS I DEARLY PAID FOR & STILL NEVER SOLD. I TRIED TO SAVE ALL THE MISTAKES BUT I LOST THEM, THAT NIGHT I LOST MY MIND.. THE SEQUENCE OF CONSEQUENCE TO WITHHOLD TOGETHER, TIRED & WAY PAST OLD.. MY WORN MASK, MY NEW FACE WHICH I CAN SEE THROUGH, TRUTH BE TOLD UNFOLD THE COLD BEHOLD FAKE GOLD AND NOW MY EYES CAN CLOSE MY DARLING, MY LOVE: YOU SELDOM KNOW. WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?! WHEN NOTHING HAS EVER BEEN AS IT SEEMS.. WORDS LEFT UNSAID - SPREAD WITH AT EASE.. THE TEARS, THEY POUR, FROM THE SKY. IF THE RAIN IS FEAR, THAN I AM HERE STILL & SOAKING DRY.