The fog

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Misty and foggy

Sometimes like a bog

My mind feels

Liaising with others

Too distant and indeterminate

They can barely be seen

They call to me perhaps

But the call is lost

Reaching withing myself

I live my life barely

Like a veil shrouding me

Shielding my mind and soul

From the relentless barrage

Bombarding the space around me

And so survive I naturally

And the world outside my fog.

Perfect world

A world that is perfect
Will aid all people
And abilities of all
Will carry same value
Mute, deaf , autistic and weak
All who are voiceless
Will be able to speak
And so ruminate I
An inhabitant
Of an imperfect world.

And the work begins

A symbol of lean apology
My self conscious efforts
Got to articulate perfectly
My thoughts and desires
The onus is on me
Dare go to climb mountain
The feat seems impossible
And I battle my can of snakes
Battling my war of behavior
Compelling and forbidden
And I am cornered
By my will and my compulsion
The world and me and my battle
The spoils, my sanity.

Wheat

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Yes, I eat real wheat

Eating for me so dicy

The love that I beware of

Barrages my body works

Blocking my brain and body

Making me wonky and wild

A prisoner to my faulty digestion

And wheat being the faulty answer

To my hungry growling belly

Enough of wheat, I admit

I love you grain, but my brain doesn't 

Got to give you up

And give care to my belly.

The son

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The son reads the sign

It must read worthy

The son likes to see

Son is most welcome

In the natural belief

Eager, great work

What else can he do?

Making his one, classy move

Have the heart, serve the verdict

The son is like a living mystery

The son causes frowns and worry

The son causes red eyes

The son causes happiness

The son is a mystery.

The show

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The tv show that I like

Undeniably funny, so perfect

Tightly packed, feverishly paced

Before the show even began

The loud music, the packed fans

The anticipation and experience I excitement

Quite an experience I enjoyed

Watching afterwards I answer

Really worth the noise and the crowds

The activity of taping a tv show.

Fear

Yes, I the easy way took
The fear stopping progress
Being vacant and so safe
Making vacant and so safe
Making costs to me prohibitive
I fear and the beast hides
Yes and the beast waits
Nebulous and wicked
Residing, nesting, growing
Banking on my terror
The beast living in me
Will I conquer it
Yes I surely will finish it.