vpoet, re:

Smile, you are only owed happiness.

dropped the pen, kicked the phonecordand didn’t give two thoughts.

place the momentwithin a myriadof sectors–one,the current,and another,rhetorical future/in a past sense.

i will not place my wallet near my pen, in fear it may compromise a character trait.

Though you may be beside her, yourhands upon her, your parts–dashed–inside her, I remain in thoughts, asthough a cherub, scrunched, placedto be as watchful eye of scrutiny, andwhile you hold hand, remember, see,I will be within her far longer than thee.

The gentle-man, beside his car,more in front than rear/moreto the engine/motor than tothe doors, but, he was painting,a much-stroked blue, beneaththe sun, and, though he knew, from mind, ten ways ’bout whichto onward-go, he paused, inreflection, brought to cause ofcalendar’s wake, a memory/afantasy of finger, lifted, raised,pointed at from drape of He,and, in this white-covered-browntunic, [...]

Non-violence leads to the highest ethics, which is the goal of all evolution. Until we stop harming all other living beings, we are still savages. ~ Thomas A. Edison
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i never say what i feel. that is best, as, often, i feel a multitude of ways, and no one cares to know each, individually.

just go. go about your day, your life, your world. go. do not stay in any thought of feelings for long, as they have a nasty way of latching on and not leaving when having overstayed their welcome.

pixels, drowned-orange/shadowed-bright, stab through bars/through slick-sloped crests of curvatures, these mappings ‘cross their points, broad to be but surveyors’ tools, haphazardous through
 most, simplest rules