G.15

Oft I wonder, do you strike fear when loved, goddess thunder.. Shockwaves reverberates the nerves, murmurs by the numbers.. Clashing conflicts unecessarily vomits when push comes to purge.. That's the down under.. From up-top, there's a middleground, one with the verb.. 'cause action speaks louder, to something so absurd.. Oft I notice, when struck by an arrow, its motives and soforth, something we all yearn.. Is it life worth searching for, or one of many burns.. The defining instance may pass, just another odd number, whomev may concern.. Know that this is yours, if we ever come to terms and/or more..

G.10

Bizarre, my top five in life thus far, kick habits n take a stab at lit, develop a raw writ, fend off an itch with mad wit, talk shit to a piece of paper saying "You've just been Hancock'd b!tch," and be forever a learn.. Who knows, I might be leaking yearns, refill it up by being concerned, not.. Deliver incomprehensive letters to burn, rot.. Palm meet face, don't be alarmed I've sprinkled mace to add charm, envelope thee.. Jot jot.. Hallmark edition, no melody, just a sad intuition and a felony.. Oops, did you rub your eyes, I hate that shit.. My oh my..