Jumble of Thoughts

Jumble of Thoughts

 

 

 

 

By Windstorm Kells ©2001

 

 

 

 

 

Music I listen and sit

Rain, clean wash away some spit

Pain, I hate thee go away

Relaxing while thinking of what to say

 

 

Electricity lightning up

Goddess willing a small pup

Counting time

Cold air blowing not a crime

 

 

Dinner is almost here

Hungry I’ll get there

Bookless a lie

Me, I wish to fly

 

 

Dragons I love them all

Thoughts like a rose stem in fall

Bricks walls of white

Mr. Fixit can’t be right

 

 

No sense of where to go

No money to blow

Poor but extremely rich in mind

Unknowing but a smart find

 

 

Poems thrown upon a page

Writing to escape this cage

Things not thought of yet

Things to come wanna bet?