Thoughts a flow…

Laced in sugar sweets
Nappy hearts, words bitter keep
A discrete make to move, so fast, slow weeps

Dressed in a white gown, veiled in brown syrup
Life is a grimy slip, covered by blessings on heard
Herd-less, I should say, because grasping is like jello pudd
As only the isolated one, crowd-less seeker accomplish no THOUGHTS could…

Imagine how skies float under my shoes when I touch beyond the sky
Only to realize, to manifest the works of the GUY
Not to deviate, but water just a flow, flow…flows
As the words harmonize together out dat do

Purpose you ask, what do you say…can’t reach ya?
Expressions of an “on-high” English teacher
A bit more complex, too instantaneous to stick hard
Concentration, sense, and even logic locks – barred!

Questions to the oldest, myself – me
To challenge my love with insecurity
Only the thoughts tho…”no efforts necessary”
Can’t let this love lose to a game’s victory


~ Dominique C. Cooper