Locked inside a tired and mired icy mind
Contemplating the webbed intricacies of lies
Pronouncements of grandeur do not create truths
Even with a hungry devouring cadre of sweet tooth
The coiled screen will no longer filter
Come as you are to face the raging blister
Today is the day to provide no more shelter
The harsh realities will openly congregate at the bazaar
Locked inside, while the snow wails freely
Longing to be a wild royal flame tree
The fire brush’s time will soon come
And the candor on our lips will vibrantly hum
Categories: Leadership, Poetry, politics
psychologistmimi 
Humming candor … scary, so scary, and necessary.
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I think I went a little dark. Lol. Hope you are well. Cheers
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Even I agree…scary but true, deep and thought provoking.
interesting choice of words.
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Thank you for sharing your reaction. I truly appreciate it. Hope you are doing well
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I am doing good, thank 🙂
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