Up until this date,
I've added over 2000 poems that state,
all type crap,
making some wanting to give me
a face slap,
I don't worry,
I go take a nap.

Wake up and go add again,
sometime with a grin.
Sometimes more serious,
cause life is just that furious,
it really makes me curious.
Why so many love too hate,
rather than get closer to heavens gate.

I don't knowwwwwwwww!
surely it's not for show.

The battle I fight inside,
takes my own brain on a ride.
This rides being going on for years,
but I can handle my own fears.
Everytime I start to get mean,
I write a love poem to be seen.
Sometimes it works out,
other times I still have to
figure the best route.

It all takes me back to the curse,
I feel like putting it in verse,
I know other avenues that are worse.
While I'm adding poems,
my brain forgets its storms,
more peace and love charms.
I hate going direction stupid,
no matter what the deal,
I still try to hang with cupid.

umfa ah

ah umfa

verse curse

curse worse

umfa umfa

ahha!

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