Dangled by a strange strangle angle,

tangled with an angel,

my pain was full 

and changed pull. 

Languished languages null;

chased

like a shot cropped

the sun's bloom as it

chase the moon's lull.  

Raised tombs tune,

and rave past noon. 

My mat clasps a balloon, 

and I bumper bash typhoons, 

while sly goons fight tunes. 

I slice thru-

piranha prowler. 

Plowing into, vague voodoo,

I stay loom zoomed

& aim my mane to

mightily munch through

rain and dew. 

They remain in lines yet,

I'm swaying by to be saying bye

to the icky negativity energy 

which I super Saiyan leave. 

My aura roar a thunderous golden gate 

no hate could ever penetrate. 

My resolve chase fake face 

to dissimilate. 

My evolve rapid pace rate

drops shakey bridges as I detonate. 

Quick and swift to levitate

my awareness to where gets the flare shift-

light up the wicks quick 

cause I'm a flamed spin with inflamed hints, 

topical stints

and a brain pinch that flocks to pop open like a quenched chest token. 

Out-spoken what was the spokes within, 

how sonic can spin gems and hymns faster,

than the hulk could pump weight at a gym. 

I could never 'make' friends,

my main amends praise the ones made from the begin,

to be all ready 

till the end-

steady like rock on and of a mountainous foundation. 

That nation

is where heavens gate creeks

and where my feet seek, what's been daily 

image of a friend I digitally edited

This poem is from my little notebook where I was trying to do a page per day, to get into the habit of writing. I try to not let myself pause or put down the pen. 

Thank you Publish0x, for providing a safe space for us to share our art, poetry, and blog about life, crypto, and most else under the sun and beyond. This helps me to push myself past my comfort zone, and to evolve faster. 

My original post is on my Instagram, where I post my art periodically. 
(these excerpts were from 2019)

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