All chirped out

As thoughts ignite plots in flight this night that poet's invite thus poetic fight with or without rhyme is a war within thy mind. my time here in-depth is but short as life without a breathing breath as others are seething my needing death. Without flaw I came through eternal pain and became what the world saw completely empty of emotion as people tempt me through the notions ever showing me to see of everything I'm not to be but within thought they never forget me too forever be lost too my ways of life poised but poisonous of this heart is this.

A freefall far from all is this the journey of ways through days end with myself as my dear friend as my only wealth is to count on myself as poetic politics I'm unable to fix. As everyone has a story for others to tell I hear those Demons echo of mine up from the depths of Hell. At times rhymes seem not enough but only a dreams once seen as obscene as every poet has sought a simple thought too be redeemed but not me. Poets need too let their heart bleed without thoughts too restart. 

This is my daily scoop of chicken noodle soup for the poets soul. Lost I may be but found I am and it's fate so I don't give a Damn. The s**t in life piles up yup but I now have 1 of several shovels as people unequal ever speak for me they seek. Life crumbles sometimes like a cookie as a life ruiner I'm no rookie but fate isn't great of this life un lived too it's fullest is the burdens others bear it's a fucked up mess but I still care even though I'm never there.

Life is faith to give death is a moment to life for you praise and fate is a maze too find better days.  Poets lying through poetic dying writing of a love that's never defining the notions of forever designing for others conveyed through poetic color's. Through the mixed emotions becomes the souls colors inspired by the heartfelt words painted.