Ramblings 02

The extension of influence is a matter of cooperate independency. The numerous agitations and wailings of the heart is a famous bewilderment to its owner.

This room bears the aroma of archaic alienation. 

The innermost longing for a messiah like the dudes in "waiting for Godot".

The enthronement of strength built in centuries by a flip flop. Mechanical accuracy is not witty enough to create an emblem of propriety. 

Hike hiked away with Megalodon, the white object received adoration as a cremation for the pureness left in that scheme. 

The intuit fear of attempting to attempt.

The satisfaction in attempting after all.

The will of a writer or a poet or a furlong poet. 

The waiting room for many wish. The benignity of benign. 

The hullabaloo here stirs more stirs of stirs. 

Donne says, "let us sport while we may".

The assumption of a sudden ownership of what you thought you kept for years.

Like the landlord, you barged in with full ownership, alas!! you fell into your grave. 

The ecstasy behind the expectation of this bliss. 

The bliss in its bare prime as I chant its eulogies loud to mother nature and all of her.

Before I left this flying, an invisible pal asked, "What genre is this?" These are words laid in poetry and prosaic spice.